voice mail...

.eighth unheard message.

'Diego'

She pulled herself closer to my arm and I basically dragged her across the house to the door.

She smiled and I opened the door and pulled her out.

She smiled and jumped on me hugging me crying.

"Thank you so much." She cried.

I smiled.

"Let's get you to my place, and away from here."

I lead her to my car and I finally got a good look at her.

She had bruises like everywhere her hair was everywhere and she was so pale, and so thin.

"Do you want my sweatshirt."

She nods. "If that's not to much to ask."

I chuckle shaking my head no.

I hand her it and she smiles.

She got a shower and we went to eat and she was in my jeans and sweatshirt, her hair pulled into a bun.

Her hair was so long.

I took her to the hair salon or whatever and she got it cut about mid back length and died all her crazy colours.

She smiled hugging me.

"Thank you so much Diego. I don't know what I would do if it wasn't for you."

"It's nothing. Now I'm gonna introduce you to this amazing thing called, Netflix and Chill."

We layed on my bed that night, watching Netflix.

I walked out to get us drinks and looked at my phone.

I dialed my voice mail.

"No new messages...playing back one old message."

"....I don't know what to do. I don't like this.... Help me."

"Message ended. Press one to replay. Press two to save. Press three to delete. Press star to hear more options."

I smiled slightly pressing a button.

"Message deleted."