Dance with the Devil - A CaptainSparklez FanFiction

Chapter Fifteen

im so so sorry this is the longest ive gone without updating. i really really got to get my priorities in check. im so sorry!! ;c

My hands shook, my eyes widening. What... the hell... just happened? I slapped myself lightly across the face, the slight tingling in my cheek assuring I was awake.

I rapidly shook my head as I unlocked my phone once again, going to the Calling widget at the bottom. I went to the recent calls tab, and sure enough, there was Landon's name printed across the screen. Landon Allen Caster. 

Landon was one of my "bodyguards" that Jordan put in my phone. 

"Oh, shit... Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" I began panicking, leaving the spilling milk carton on the island and pacing back and forth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed, pulling at my own hair.

I didn't know much about phones; the only one I ever used was a flip phone that Jon had let me play brickbreaker on when I was bored. But I'd watched enough movies to know that criminals were often tracked by their phone number. I didn't know if that theory was true, but if it is, I am fucked. 

"I have to get out of here, I have to..." I muttered under my breath, hyperventilating. "What do I... What about Jordan?" I gasped suddenly.

I launched myself at the phone, unlocking it and immediately calling Jordan's number I had on speed dial.

I frantically paced once again in the kitchen, biting my nails with the phone pressed to my ear.

"Come on, come on, come on! Pick up!" I muttered, the ringing continuing. When I finally heard a click, I immediately started talking.

"Jordan! Jordan! Shit, thank God you--"

"Sorry I can't get to the phone right now, but I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible, so leave a message after the beep," the soft voice of Jordan floating through the reciever.

When it beeped, I started rambling.

"God, damn it, Jordan! The one time I need you to pick up the fucking phone, you're busy! The little son of a fuck peabrain called me just a minute ago because--" 

"Hello?" A voice rang through the phone.

"Jordan! Jordan! Thank God you picked up!"

"Oh, little bird. I'm always a step ahead of you."

It took me  moment to register what was happening before I narrowed my eyes and hissed into the phone, "What the hell did you do to--"

"Ash! Ash! Please help!" I heard a muffled voice call.

Click.

My eyes widened in shock before I let out a mix between a growl and a scream, flinging my phone across the room and watching it hit the wall. It shattered instantly, the battery falling out and the screen cracking at contact.

I raced over to the front door, flinging it open and fumbling down the stairs, the adrenaline rushing through me was terrifying.

Shoving open the heavy glass doors of the apartment building, I ran across the street, jumping over the bike rails and benches.

"Damn it! Where the hell am I supposed to find him?!" I cursed to myself, ignoring the offended looks I was recieving. 

I raced down the sidewalk, muttering to myself. "He said... he said everyone was stressed out about the software they were making at whatever company he works at... Software? Software? What kind of company works with softwares?!"