Hopelessly Flawed

Chapter 36 - I Regret

Robyn woke up to the feeling of coldness at her side when she reached out for Dean.

It was around 8AM.

She wondered if he came back at all; she must have really struck a nerve. She was really starting to regret everything that took place.

She handled her morning routine and finished by combing her hair and putting it into a ponytail. Every moment of last night was weighing on her conscience.

"Jeez Robyn.." she shook her head at the unwanted imagery before dragging herself, her phone and its charger to the kitchen; her steps were the only sound resonating in the empty home.

Her phone died some time during her slumber and she was secretly hoping her man, hopefully he still wanted to be after last nights shit show, informed her on his whereabouts.

Waiting for her phone to power up, she occupied herself with making breakfast. She had in mind that if he had not reached out, she would do so; she loved him far too much to let pride be their downfall, or anything for that matter.

She was aware that her insecurities meshed with alcohol got the best of her last night..she was fully aware. She mentally promised to lay off the alcohol for awhile.

They were a duo now, she could care less about his past... Well, on this new day, she forced herself to believe that she did not care about his past. After all, all she really wanted was him, Dean, all of him, everything that came with him: good or bad, and she was certain that he wanted her just as much as well.

Robyn was on the tip of her toes reaching for a specific cup in his tall cabinets when her phone chimed signifying that it revived.

Setting the neat glass cup on the quartz counter, her phone was continuously buzzing from notifications coming through.

"Damn," is all she said as she scrolled through the bunch attentively, her back pressed to the counter.

She scanned them rather quickly before landing on a missed call and a voicemail from her beau a little before 3AM. Then, about four missed calls, three voicemails and even more texts from Kevin followed.

Weird.

She did not have a good feeling about it at all.

Her stomach instantly began knotting once she listened to the first message left by Kevin: "Hey Robyn, sorry for the late call. I'm calling to know if you've heard from Dean..it's important... Call me as soon as you get this."

Something was wrong.

In the second one, she noticed he was trying to mask his worries: "Robyn, it's Vin again. I'm starting to worry," it sounded like he had been jogging or actively doing something since he was a little out of breath, "D said he was heading back to you but I haven't heard anything from him since. Call me back."

Her elbows were now supporting her body on the counters as she almost desperately clung to her phone.

Something was not right.

The last voicemail was sent around two hours ago and he was much drier in this one. He was also more articulate with his message, maybe even angry Robyn thought: "It's me..Vin. It's Dean, well it's about him Robyn..he's missing... As soon as you get this, call me, please," he sighed heavily. "We have to talk, there are things I have to tell you about Dean and his business with Oaks."