Callie's P.O.V.
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"And class is dismissed!" Ms. Demitri shouted. I packed my bag and headed to the parking lot. My phone buzzed, and I grabbed it from my pocket as I walked to my car.
One new message from Al
Hey Cal you free later?
I smiled and texted him back.
Yeah, why?
I looked up from my phone and heard the car slam on its breaks before I felt darkness over come me.
Alec's P.O.V.
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I smiled and texted Cal back.
You wanna go to the park again tonight after a REAL dinner? :)
I sat there waiting for a response for over an hour, but nothing. I tried calling her, but the same thing, nothing.
Something's wrong, she always has her phone on her.
I tried calling her 4 times, on my 5th attempt a man answered.
"This is Callie's phone."
"Who are you?" I was worried, a man who I didn't recognize answered my girls phone.
"Callie's father, who are you?" My heart sank.
"Alec, now where is she?" I panicked, why the hell would he be with her.
"You didn't hear? Son, shes in the hospital. A hit and run." I dropped my phone and grabbed my keys. I raced to my car and drove to the hospital. I was going 15 over the speed limit, but I didn't care.
Callie could be dead.
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Callie's P.O.V.
"Daddy, can I go to Al's?" My dad frowned, but nodded as he took a swig of whiskey. I ran off, my dress flaring up as I took off towards Al's house. I knocked on their nature worn door, and waited. No one answered so I ran back home, this time Henry was following me. I stopped and petted the orange tabby cat, his purrs were so calming. I got up and walked again. I saw Henry chasing a squirrel in the road, and a loud truck came barreling down the street. I ran into the road, and tried to save Henry but someone grabbed me and pulled me away. I watched as Henry was no longer a orange tabby cat, and now a bloody ball of orange fur.
"Callie, you almost got hit!" My sister scolded. My 5 year old self sobbing, and afraid. Her look softened, as she embraced me in a hug.
"Im sorry sissy, I didn't mean to make you mad!" I cried harder.
"Mad? You didn't make me mad, just worried. How could I be a big sister if my baby sister was squished by a truck?"
I giggled, and she let me go.
"I promise I won't leave you and let you not be a big sissy."
"And I promise to never leave you alone."
So much for that promise.
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YOU ARE READING
Promise Me
RomansWhat would you do if you'd fled your home, leaving behind everyone you care about and everything you know, until you run into someone from your past again? You'd try to run again, of course.
