How I like my tea

A Scare

I arrived home at around four to find Violetta pacing the floor. Her mascara was streaming down her face.

"What's up Vilu?" I said coming over to her.

She lifted her head and bolted for me, "Angie! You're here!"

She held me tightly and I hugged her back, rubbing her back.

"Of Course, why wouldn't I be?"

"You didn't answer your phone, you weren't here! Dads searching all of Buenos Aires for you! I should call him and tell him you are here!"

She grabbed the phone and began to dial her father.

"Vilu I was only at my Mother's house and it's not that late. What's happened?"

Violetta held up her hand to indicate for me to wait. I listened as she told her Dad I was here and he said he would be back soon. Iwas so confused.

Once the phone call was over Violetta hugged me tightly and refused to let go. We sat on the sofa and she continued to wrap her arms around me. She must really have been concerned. She only usually just gets in from school so for her to panic seemed drastic.

"Vilu, why did you panic, you never have before?" I asked her as I stroked her hair.

"Well I was in class when Dad came to the studio and asked if you were there, I told him you had gone home. He then panicked loads and dragged me from the studio."

She breathed heavily.

"I got in the car and Ramallo said they had got in from a meeting to see your bedroom door open. Dad went in and found your room ransacked."

I was confused, "Ransacked?"

"Someone went through your stuff and smashed up your room." she added.

My room? Why?

"Dad was hoping you were with me, when I said you weren't he thought you'd been kidnapped. I'm so glad you're here."

She held on to me tighter.

She thought she had lost me.

"I need to see my room, see what's happened." I said, stroking Violetta's hair.

She nodded.

She understood that I wanted to check it but she didn't let go of me though, she still gripped my hand tightly, coming with me.

It was a mess. My wardrobe was in pieces. Clothes ripped up. Bed sheets covered in mud. Personal photos and belongings ripped and smashed. I walked out before I could see what else had happened. I was already on the verge of tears.

I stood at the top of the stairs, gripping Violetta's hand when the door flew open.

German ran in. He ran straight towards me, up the stairs at full speed, still in his suit from work. 

Instantly he lifted me up into a tight hug, leaving Violetta to release my hand.

I threw my arms around his neck and he gripped me around the waist. My feet weren't even on the floor. Looking at him, he was distraught. I rested my head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear soothingly.

"I'm fine. Really, really fine. Happy. Glad. Safe. Fine." He closed his eyes really tight but a single tear escaped his eye.

I ran my thumb across his face and pushed the tear aside.

"I'd lost you. I'd lost you. You were gone." he says this through deep panicked breaths and my heart breaks. I thought I'd scared Violetta. German was effected equally as bad. If not worse.

Violetta hugged her father from behind, holding onto him to support him and herself.

He refused to put me down so I sang into his ear until he would. When he did, I lead him to the sofa and I sat there with Violetta and German, hugging them tightly and telling them I wasn't going anywhere.

I'd really scared my family.