Lifting my phone, my thumb hovers over his contact.
No.
No you don't.
Girl, we're not about to look thirsty. Sleep.
Sighing, I turn back over onto my stomach. Need sleep.
Reset.
There's an incessant noise. My phone is on the nightstand and it's vibrating. The pinging noise accompanies it. The noise stops and it starts immediately again.
Groaning, I stretch my arms outward to hoist my upper body up over the pillow and reach over to my right to grab my phone.
My eyes narrow as the light blinds my sensitive retinas. Who the hell is calling me? My heart is in my throat thinking it might be my dad and something is wrong, but it's not.
It's Lincoln.
29 missed calls.
Oh my God I hope he's okay.
Opening up and unlocking my phone, there are texts as well.
Link: where the hell are you
Link: please pick up
Link: idgaf ur mad at me its important
Link: SOS. Do you have Mo0rris?
I'm very confused at the last text, or at least the last one I've read.
My thumb hitscall, and Lincoln picks up on the second ring. He sounds like he's been running a marathon or he's currently outside jogging or something.
“Are you okay? What's going on?” I ask gingerly.
“I've been trying to reach you. I can't find Morris. Do you have him with you please tell me you have him with you.”
“No. You know I walked out without him today because of… everything that happened.”
“Oh my God,” he whimpers, sounding worried.
“What do you mean you can't find him? I thought he had a GPS on his collar. Does he not?” I ask, sitting up, worried myself.
“Yah, he does, but it’s not showing up for some reason. He… someone left the door open. I think when you and Sarah were at the door. And then Sarah didn't close it back and now I can't find him so the only thing that makes sense is that he got out.I'm looking for him right now. I need to find him, Gabby. I don't know where the fuck he is.”
My heart is breaking because of how helpless Lincoln sounds, but it's also breaking because I am legitimately worried about Morris.
“Where are you?” I question, already rising and preparing myself to leave.
“Heading up to Ridge from Brammstroke.”
“Okay. I’m coming.”
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