MICHEAL'S POV
“Come on, Ashley…pick up.” I muttered, pacing outside her apartment like a goddamn lunatic. My thumb hovered over the screen before I hit the dial again.
Straight to voicemail.
I stared up at the building, hoping—willing–some kind of light would flicker on, a shadow would move behind the blinds, something. Anything.
But it stayed quiet. Dark. Like she hadn't been home at all.
I cursed under my breath and tried calling again. And again.
Same thing. It went straight to voicemail.
A blast of cold air cut through me as I rested against the wall. I rubbed my face hard, trying to settle my thoughts, but it only spiralled.
Where the hell are you Ashley?
This wasn't like her even if she's mad at me. Not a word since she left, not even a reply to my text. And after the lo
