Inconvenience (Dalton Rapattoni)

Chapter 8

Dalton's pov

I check the time on my phone for the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes. A million thoughts swarm my head, as I keep my blue eyes trained on the small blonde-tot that I'm supposed to be watching in the meantime. I still can't help but wonder what's taking Arabella so long. I feel my eyes slowly drifting away with my thoughts and away from the toddler. I harden my eyes on her, trying not to lose sight of the small girl. 

I finally can't stand my worrying thoughts no longer, so I stand to my feet and take uneasy strides towards Cherilyn. The last thing I want to is alarm the girl of something that probably is nothing at all, but you never can be too sure.

when I reach her,  I bend down so I'm eye-level with the two-year-old and tap her lightly on the shoulder. Her small figure spins around and her crystal-blue eyes widen at the sight of me.

"How about we go find your sissy," I coo in a baby voice.

"Likes hikes-and-sook," she squeals in her baby mumble.

"Yeah, like Hide-and-Seek," I say softly, before picking up her small frame.

I look for signs that point to the direction of the bathrooms, as Cherilyn insists on playing with my spikey-blonde hair. I wander aimlessly for a few minutes before spotting an arrow that points to the bathroom, I quickly mumble a quiet victory to myself before proceeding to look for Arabella. I don't know what I'm exactly hoping to find, but disappearing for over twenty minutes can't be a good sign. Let's just hope she's just talking to someone. 

I finally can see the red brick building that has the large black sign that reads 'Restrooms'. My pace quickens and I slowly jog down the hill towards the door the girl's restroom. I knock on the door and call out to Arabella, no answer. I try again and again and I keep getting the same result. I run my left hand through my hair growing frustrated. I really don't want to go in the women's bathroom and look like a total creep. I take a deep breath before pushing the black door open and entering the quiet room.

Luckily there are no other girls in there or else I would be in big trouble. I place Cherilyn on the ground, so I can easily look around. Only one of the stalls appears to be looked, it has to be Arabella, I quickly and quietly approach the black stall door. I take a deep breath before knocking.

"Arabella, is that you," I call out, before knocking again. I get no reply, so I lay my stomach flat on the floor, so I can see into the stall. 

 My jaw drops down at the sight before me... Arabella laying curled up in the corner of the stall unconscious. 

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A/N: I'm sorry I'm the worst writer. I haven't written in forever and I'm deeply sorry about that. School has been kicking my butt and I've been having personal problems as well.
Thoughts on Dalton's pov?
Have a good rest of the day!

- Hannah