What He Needs

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•Wesley•
Running to the kitchen I see Nava's phone on the counter. Grabbing it I quickly type in her password before calling the police.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Yes, I'd like to report an attempted break in. Someone threw a rock through my window after giving my delivery man a message for my friend" I explain to the lady.

"Okay, can I have the address please?"

"Um..." I pause looking around the counter for any sign of a recipe, I don't know Abel's fucking address. Turning I head back to the livingroom. "One moment. Nava, do you know-"

I freeze when I find her passed out on the floor. "Oh my god! Nava!" I run to her side falling on my knees. Pushing her on her back I lean over to see if she's breathing; I forgot she has panic attacks under major stress.

Me yelling at her wasn't helping.

I sigh in realief when I hear little in takes of air; it's faint but it's there.

"I need an ambulance!" I yell into the phone.

"Ma'am, I tracked your phone and have your location, I have help on the way. Hold tight"

Closing my eyes I take a deep breath to try and calm myself, "Thank you" I finally say before hanging up.

Going into Nava's call log I press on Abel's number with shaky fingers before putting the phone to my ear.

Gnawing on my nail I wait for him to answer.

"Come on. Come on" I repeat under my breath listening to the on going dial tone until he finally picks up.

The back ground is a little loud as he says, "Hey, baby, what's up?"

"Abel, it's me. You need to come home right now!" I practically yell into the speaker as I feel Nava's face. She's so cold.

"Wesley? What's wrong?" He questions, his tone between worried and alarmed.

"It's that guy who's been following Nava. He... he was here. He gave the delivery guy a mm-message for Nava a-and he threw a rock th-through the window." I studder trying to keep myself under control from the overwhelming emotions rushing through me. "N-Nava's unconscious and I called the cops but you have to come home right now"

"What the fuck?! Is she okay? I'm on my way" he states before abruptly hanging up the phone.

Dropping Nava's phone on the floor, I get up taking her under arms to pull her over to the couch.

This is unreal. I'll never understand how Nava managed to get a stalker after all the bullshit she went through with that son of a bitch Callum. She didn't deserve that and she most definitely doesn't deserve this.

Fifteen minutes later there's a loud knock at the door and I jump up to answer it.

"I'm officer Maxwell, this is officer Linda; We got a call about an attempted break in and a unconscious person" the police man says, the EMT's coming up right behind them.

"Yes. Thank you so much for coming" I move aside so they can come in.

The EMT's rush to Nava's side to check her out and the police take my statement while I watch Nava get preped to be taken to the hospital.

It all goes by in a blur reminding me of the night I came home to find her passed out on my bathroom floor.

That was the scariest shit I've ever walked in on. It didn't help I had been drinking that night so it took me a couple seconds to understand what I was seeing. I swear I've never sobered up so fast in my life.