4 Months.
122 Days.
2,928 hours without her home.
Your once love filled apartment seemed empty without her. Most nights, you found yourself going over to her home, climbing in her bedsheets that still smelled of vanilla and her favourite coconut shampoo and snuggling with Batman to muffle the cries that you wanted to wail out.
Maddie had visited you, at the least once a week. When you and Demi were together, Maddie spent a lot of time with the both of you. You'd keep her company at events that Demi had to attend, she'd sleepover and you'd binge watch Netflix if Demi was out of town. She became the sister you never had.
Numerous amount of times you had attempted to call or visit Demi but since her risk was rather high when she was admitted into the facility, her world was cut off so she could focus on herself. When she finally got privileges, you'd called to arrange visitation but apparently your name wasn't on the 'list', nor would it be. Something inside of you told you Phil had something to do with that. It was no secret he didn't like you and he'd had some choice words to say when you had taken Batman but you were damned if you let him play you like he did Demi. You'd just lost your girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend or whatever the two of you were for months, Batman was the only thing you had left.
However, Demi was the important one in this situation and you weren't about to jeopardise her recovery or cause any more trouble than what had previously happened.
Now, these were all things of the past and she was coming home.
Dianna had left you with a message, saying they were picking Demi up late afternoon from the airport, taking her to their family home and she'd tell Demi to contact you tomorrow. It kind of hurt that she'd be only a few miles away from you but yet you still couldn't see her but she was their daughter, their sister and who were you?
A girlfriend. An ex-girlfriend.
One more night couldn't hurt. So here you were, cuddled on her sofa, underneath a thick blanket the two of you would once lay under on winter nights, bare but warm from the fire across the room. Batman was sleeping peacefully, his miniature head rested lightly on your thighs as a random Netflix comedy played and your world felt empty and silent.
Until a car door was slammed shut and hurried footsteps echoed, merely just outside the window of the home. The home of a celebrity. That the public know is at a treatment centre, so the mansion would be empty...
Well, if this was it, you could only hope he'd spare the snoozing puppy oblivious to the terror behind the door.
Without bustling him too much to wake him, you re-tucked Batman in against the pillows of the corner couch before muting the flatscreen and moving towards the foyer of the house, phone in hand and emergency services already dialled.
Keys jingled, footsteps quietened and shadows shot around the moonlit walls and before you could lift your iPhone to your ear, Batman was awake and sprinting towards the door, barking madly. You could only pray that he couldn't see the puppy and assumed he was some kind of guard dog, an Alsatian, a German Shepherd, anything other than the reality of a yorkipoo.
"Holy shi-" Diving to hide behind the wall as the sight of a figure stood just outside the door as the lock being undone immediately followed.
Grabbing the nearest object next to you, a lamp, you held it in tightly in your grasp as the door creaked open and footsteps echoed once again.
Ok, in three! You told yourself, ready to face the six foot killer, surely armed and waiting to pounce on you just metres away. Three, two, one!
