Finding The 10

17 - Worried and Confused

Eli's POV

Frankie stormed out of the appartment just over 2 hours ago and I have no idea why.

What could I have possibly done wrong to cause her to act the way she did?

She isn't my mother. I don't have to check in with her when I'm not coming home.

My frustration reaches boiling point and I choose to give up on sleep and get myself out of bed. It's after lunch now anyway and I have to do inventory before we open on the busiest night of the week.

As I head to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat I notice Frankie's bedroom door open. I stand at the threshold and peer in.

When she moved in close to 2 months ago this room was bare and lifeless but now it screams Frankie. Her guitar is sitting idle in the corner of the room and a book full of scribbled words lies face down next to it. Obviously a sketch book or song book of sorts.

Her bed is messy and u made but it just brings a sense of charm to the room.

There are a few photos and make up products scattered on her dresser table and other than the few clothes lying about, the room is empty. No Frankie in sight.

I let out a sigh as I think back to the events this morning. After she stormed off into her room I stopped by ready to argue with her. I was ready to demand why she would be so angry with me after clearly showing no interest in our kiss. If she isn't interested in me, then I should be allowed to sleep with who i choose. Last night I chose to have a meaningless one night stand with some girl from the club Marco and I went to. Not my finest moment but not the worst thing I have ever done. That's for sure.

My mind drifts back to the other night and that kiss and it makes me suddenly angry. Why do I keep coming back to that damn kiss?

Harley said that Frankie was too embarrassed to say the kiss didn't mean anything but then she pulls a stunt like this? What logical explanation could she have for behaving like a scorned lover?

Just as I turn to leave I notice Frankie's black leather handbag lying on the floor next to her bed.

She has been gone for hours without her purse. Does she even have her phone or keys?

A quick check of the entrance table shows that her keys are missing so at least I know she can get back inside the apartment. But what about money? What if she runs into trouble?

She is feisty as hell and I know she can throw a punch but that doesn't mean that some sleaze bag won't try to make a move on her. She is a gorgeous girl that is lucky to be 5 foot 3. Any guy could overpower her.

I grab my phone and go to dial her number but stop. She is a grown ass woman and would be pissed if I was checking in on her. I mean, even more pissed than what she already is.

It's now after 12.30 and I need to be at the bar by 2 at the latest so I can get inventory done before 4. Her shift starts at 5 so surely she wouldn't be out too long. She needs to come back home before heading to work and I've seen how long she takes to get ready.

I swear that girl needs an hour just to do her hair and makeup when all she needs to do is show up and she is the prettiest girl in the room. I just wish she knew that.

I busy myself with making a sandwich and then head for the shower. I need to get the stink of last night off of me.

I thought at the time the idea of heading out to some nightclubs with Marco would be a great way to blow off steam but I was wrong. I got super drunk and hooked up with the first black haired girl I could find and imagined it was Frankie.