I stumble out of the club and and fall back onto my knees. I was half drunk and could barely see anything. I look for my phone in my purse and try to call Jack but he didn’t answer. I sit down on the side of the curb and start crying. I felt so lost and like a complete mess. My knees were all scratched up but i didn't really care at this point.
After minutes of crying, my phone starts ringing and i immediately pull it out. It was Jack and he wanted to Facetime me. I answered and was relieved to see that Jack looked somewhat okay.
"Hey babe, I'm okay." Jack said with much sympathy. I cover my mouth and my eyes started to water again.
"Where are you?" I mumble to the screen. Jack hesitates and looks away from the camera.
"Look, I cant speak of it right now. I will come back for you okay? Don't worry. I love you." Jack says and scratches his neck. In his hand was a stash of money and soon I became confused of how he got it and why does he have it.
"I love you too…but what do u have all that money?" I ask slowly. Jack acts like he didn't hear me so i asked him again.
"There’s nothing to worry about okay? Ill be back tomorrow morning, just meet me at the park at 9am sharp." Jack says suspiciously as if someone was holding a gun to the back of his head.
"okay.." i reply and then jack ends the conversation. I really hope Jack is okay. On the way home, I thought about all the possibilities of how Jack would’ve just disappeared in the middle of nowhere. Btu nothing logical came to my mind.
