Luciano | Book I ✓

Chapter Forty-Six (Part 2)

a/n: THIS IS IT AHUIFEDAUHAUBGUSBUSDLIFNAI

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When I woke up from my nap, I was utterly confused on my location, I had no idea what time of the day it was, nor what day of the week it was. It took about ten minutes for me to situate myself and remind myself of all the lost information. As for the time, I didn't need to look at the clock to realize that it was now night.

Like I've been doing for nearly the past week and a half, I got up and locked up downstairs. I cleaned the little mess I had made downstairs and moved on to the kitchen, putting the dishes away before grabbing a glass of water and a few grapes I had purchased from the trip I made to the Walmart earlier this week. I took note that my appetite just wasn't nearly the same since I've been home and I blamed that on the stress and worry.

Flipping off the light in the kitchen, I sauntered back into the living room and gathered my belongings. I held the blanket to my chest and clutched my phone in my hands as I struggled up the steps, praying I didn't trip on the part of the blanket that was sweeping the floor. I glanced twice at my phone, frowning when I realized that I had zero notifications.

I groaned and plopped down on my bed. Without giving it too much thought, I pressed Liam's number and put the phone to my ear. My eyes drifted over to the digital clock that was on my nightstand and my eyes widened at the time: 9:24PM.

My thoughts drifted in two different directions as the call continued to go through. A part of me was annoyed that Zara had yet to call back, but it was likely that sweet little Rosalie had simply forgotten to relay the message. The other part of me was quickly planning out my last "parent-free" night; I was going to take a shower, probably grab a small bowl of cereal, and watch a movie.

"Faith?"

I dropped the phone and stared at it at the sound of my name.

There aren't enough words in the English language to describe how I felt at the sound of that voice. I got chills, but I felt a warm feeling surge through me – was that happiness?

I lifted the phone to my ear slowly, my eyes closing as I rested it against my ear and sighed. I didn't have to answer Liam for him to know I was there. With a shaky breath, I pulled myself up on the bed and laid down, trapping the phone between my ear and the softest pillow I owned.

The only reason I spoke up was because I wanted to hear his voice again. There were a lot of things I wanted to say to him, but there were only two words that came to my mind. "You're out?"

I went to repeat myself, worried that he hadn't heard me the first time. Eventually, he did respond and I noted how he matched the soft tone of my voice. It was soothing, comforting.

"I've been out for a few days."

I shot up so fast at that my vision went black. I closed my eyes and evened my breathing, "A few days?" I didn't believe I had heard him correctly but when he mumbled a 'mhm', I knew I had. "Why haven't you called me? Why didn't Rosie tell me this then?"

"Nobody knew," His voice was strained and he spoke in a hushed tone, as if he was trying to keep someone else from hearing him. I could picture him running a hand through his hair as he sighed into the phone. He answered my question before I had to ask, "There were a few things that needed to be taken care of and I wanted to do that before I came back home, before I came back to you."

My mind was spinning with theories, questions, concerns, but I voiced none. "How did you get out? How come I didn't see anything about it on T.V? What was it like? I have so many questions."