Inconvenience (Dalton Rapattoni)

Chapter 9

Dalton's pov

I quickly snap out of my shock, and crawl underneath the stall door into and the stall. I carefully grab her body and leaned it against mine. I gently shook her body, hoping to get a response, but it was unavailing. I need to get help and fast. I patted my pocket for my phone, before quietly cursing myself for leaving it with Cherilyn.

My eyes roamed the cubicle looking for a sign of Arabella's phone, before catching a glint of space-gray metal in her pocket. My pale hand jutted out and dug into her tightly-fitted pocket, before harshly grabbing on to the thick piece of metal and pulling it out and placing in the palm of my right hand. My mouth widen in victory, but quickly turned to sorrow when I saw it was thumbprint activated. Stupid IPhones!

I can try and press her thumbs against it, but I don't know what thumb she used and what direction she pressed it in. I exhale before taking her left hand in mine and pressing it every direction I could think of. I gently drop her left hand, before shifting slightly and picking up her right hand. I push her thumb straight on it, and the phone unlocks causing a small squeak to pass my lips.

I quickly hit the call button and dial 911. I breathlessly explain the situation and tell them our location before they hang up. I drop her phone into the front pocket of my baby-blue colored flannel, before hugging her body closer to me. I may have only known her for two day, maybe not even that, but I still feel responsible for her. I should've noticed there was something off. I shouldn't have let her go. I carefully set her against the wall, before standing to my feet. The paramedics will be here in a bit.

I drag my right hand through my hair and down my face, before deciding I should deal with Cherilyn. I quietly unlock the the stall door and step out to find the tot sitting happily on the playing with my phone. I really don't want to be the one that pops that bubble, but I think she'll be more scared when she sees people taking her sister away with no explanation. I would be if I was her.

I softly walk towards her and sit beside her on the ground, hoping not to alarm her. Her big blue eyes peered up at me curiously, waiting for me to do something.

"Your sissy is napping, and she doesn't wanna wake up. Somebody is gonna come and take your sissy to a building and make it so she will wake up," I say in my baby voice.

"Why is shw napsing,"she asks in her baby voice, innocently.

"She is very tired, but don't worry she will be fine." I assure her. "Does your sister allow you to play on her phone," I ask trying to distract her from the problem at hand.

"Ya and shw let me listwen to miswic too," she explains in her baby babble.

"Oh really, what is your favorite band," I ask, leaning chin on my palm.

"Blew Octobewer," She squeal excitedly taking me by surprise.

"Really now! That's my favorite too! What's your favorite song," I ask, actually interested in her answer, not that I wasn't before but I'm just more intrigued.

"Blew Does or Home. I reelly like when sissy sings it it ma," she squeals again.

I go to open my mouth again to speak, but I am cut off by the three paramedics strolling into the bathroom with a gurney. I point towards the stall that Arabella was in, before proceeding to take Cherilyn in my arms and carry her out of the building.

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A/N: I don't even know what that chapter was, but I tried to had more detail so it's not boring. Was it okay?
Do you guys prefer when I add more detail? Thoughts on Dalton's pov?
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- Hannah