The Marine's Angel~

Chapter 8:

Hey, guys. Sorry for the late update. I was going through some stuff at first, which left me really exhausted, which made me lazy. And then college started back up, so I won't be able to update as much, but I hope you all keep supporting me and reading!

Happy reading!

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"Ouch." I opened my eyes, startled.

I hit my hand on the side table. I rubbed my eyes and checked the time. 12 am.

"Wow, I slept in way too much." I mumbled. If I want to sleep in, it's usually till 9 AM only. I closed my eyes for a minute and suddenly remembered Damon.

"Damon!" I whispered. I quickly reached under my pillow to pull out my phone.

Logging on Whittychat as fast as I could, I hoped Damon would be online.

"Fucking hell.." I huffed. "He's still not online!" I was really worried now.

Getting out of bed slowly, I texted Missy that I was on my way for lunch. I needed someone to talk to.

With a heavy heart, I drove down to our usual cafe, for lunch with Missy. As I sat down waiting for her, I checked Whittychat again. No Damon. I frowned and felt something tug at my heart.

"Email!" I mumbled to myself, suddenly remembering I had his email. I logged on to gmail and emailed him.

"Hey baby, I'm really worried about you. Are you ok? You haven't been on Whitty. I hope to hear from you soon. :*"

Satisfied with my message, I hit send just as Missy's chirpy voice woke up the cafe.

"Ellaaaaaaa! There you are. Let me look at you, oh yes. Have you lost weight?" Missy said with amusement in her eyes, as she sat down across from me.

I rolled my eyes at her and smiled. "No, Missy, I weigh the same. How are you?"

"I'm great, I wish I could say the same about you, but you look like you're gonna cry. What's up?" She comments.

"What? No I don't, I'm fine." I say a little too quickly and start to scan the menu. "Do you think I should get mac n cheese with chicken?" I ask her, hoping she would get the hint.

"No, I want a sandwich. Ella, look at me." She ordered.

I slowly look up into her crystal blue eyes which were clouded with concern. She looks at me before waving down a waitress.

"Is everything OK at home?" Missy asked, her voice laced with worry."

I nod at her as the waitress stood by our table and took our orders.

"So..are you gonna tell me or no?" Missy drums her fingers on the table, patiently waiting for me to answer.

"Ok, ok. It's Damon."I quickly blurt out.

Missy raises an eyebrow. "Damon?" She asks.

I nod again. "He hasn't been online since yesterday morning, and I'm getting really worried. I know it's stupid, but I can't help myself." I say softly,as I take a sip of my water to calm down.

"Hmm.." she says.

"Hmm? what do you mean, 'Hmmm'?" I demanded.

"Well..I don't wanna be rude or a downer. but did it occur to you he left?"