New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 170- Buzzing

Something's buzzing.

I don't know what it is.

But its buzzing.

My phone is dead.

And I left my laptop at home.

That word makes me cringe.

It's not really home.

Not anymore.

I search the small area I've been confined to.

This hotel room makes me slightly frustrated.

Especially because I don't even have clothes.

They are all at h-...Darren's place.

And God only knows I can't go back there.

So here I'll stay.

I hit my head on an open cupboard door.

I curse and continue searching the room.

What the hell is making that noise?

Now it's ringing.

What the actual fu-?

I catch a glimpse of a red light.

It's the hotel phone.

I slap my face.

"Idiot."

I mutter.

The phone keeps ringing.

I hesitate, but pick it up anyways.

"Hello?"

The operator is silent.

I glance around the room.

It's so messy.

I'm such a slob.

"Oh uh...hey."

I blink.

I've heard this voice.

"This is Charlotte right?"

It's familiar.

"Do you know where Addie is?"

I can't put my finger on it.

"Who is this?"

I wait for a response.

The man mumbles something.

I listen closely.

Then I remember where I've heard it.

The soundtrack.

"It's Daveed."