dancing cold~

♧calls♧

Y/n POV

"Thanks guys, I really appreciate it." I say as I step out of the car. The driver nods, jimin smiling at me.

"Oh by the way y/n, dont worry about coming into work today ok?" He says looking at the guy in the front then back at me. "Ok jimin thank you so much." I say as a close the door behind me.

I step through the hospital doors and head to the front desk.

After telling him all the information, I head to the waiting room. I glance at my phone seeing the battery.

20%

Great,what am I going to do while I wait

I glance over to my side, a stack of newspapers and magazines sitting on a table. I reach over and grab one slowly going though each one, until theres nothing left.

I sign from boredom as I try to call my mom. No answer.

She probably went to work

After almost 6 hours later I get a call, hoping it's my mother I grab my phone.

David? Why is he calling me?

I slowly answer the phone hopeing he isn't already drunk again.

"Hello?" I mumble into the phone

"WHERE the hell are you?!" He yells, I can hear a slight slur in his voice.

"What do you mean where am i?" I say back. "Do you not remember this morning?" knowing he was probably too drunk to remember anyway.

"Yes I remember." He remarks as if I've challenged him. "Small one and small two came to pick you up." He says the sarcasticness in his voice deepens.

" dont call them that. And what do you want." I hiss rolling my eyes.

"Dont talk to me like that, you should know your part of our deal. Get. home." He demanded.

"I'm not coming home, besides how would I get there, I dont have the car and it's pouring outside."

"Get home now! Or your going to regret this y/n!" Yells David.

"I'm coming to get you, and you better be there when I arrive, you would think by now you would be smarter then to challenge me." He continued

"You dont even know where I am right now." I argued.

David chuckled through the phone. "You stupid bitch, you should know your phone has a tracker on it."

" I disabled your fucking tracker." I hissed.

"Well see about that."

He hangs up and my phone's down 10 percent.

"Great" I mumble