Okay then, let's send another text:
Me: YO. Are you good?
No answer.
3:07 a.m. in the morning. Still no answer.
4:17 a.m.
No reply.
No Gabby.
Should I call her again?
It's going to make me look desperate, but that's how I feel, because anything could happen. What if she's in trouble?
With shaking fingers, I dial her number again. It rings twice and goes straight to voicemail.
The only thing I can do is sit on the couch and then fall asleep, even with all the worry.
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Chapter 41
Gabrielle's POV
Click.
That's the sound of the door unlocking when I put my key through it, but when I try to push it open, it doesn't budge.
The whole reason I'm using the key in thefirstplace is because the passcode doesn't work.
What the hell is going on?
Once again, using my shoulder, I ram into the door and it barely opens, as if something heavy is blocking it.
Is it Lincoln?
Rolling my eyes, my finger presses the doorbell until I hear the telltale static indicating someone on the receiving end.
“Link?” I call out through the microphone.
“...Yes?” his voice bleeds through.
He sounds pissed. Yeah, it's early in the morning and I stayed out a little later than I intended to, but what's his fucking problem? I fed the damn cat.
“Um… I'm sorry to wake you if you were sleeping but something is… something's wrong with the front door.”
There's a weird noise on his end that the static fills. “Ohisthere?”
This motherfucker better not be toying with me right now.
“Can you stop playing games with me and open the damn door?”
“Figure it out,” his dry tone bleeds through before the static from the receiver on the doorbell device ends, leaving me with the sound of the birds now waking up.
No he did not.
