"MY PHONE, MY PHONE, WHERE IS MY PHONE?" I screamed as I started realizing that this was real. Arabella was gone.
"I don't think you took it with us to my house, let's go check your house." Damian said as he grabbed my hand and led me though the crowd. We ran to my house, and I realized I didn't even have my keys. Damian didn't even flinch, he kicked my door in, and we ran upstairs to look for my phone. Luckily, he was right, and it was still on my nightstand.
I started calling Maverick, praying he would answer. After a few rings, it went to his voicemail. "He cant do this," I started crying. I started calling his phone over and over until he finally answered. "Miss me already," he said with a chuckle.
"WHERE IS SHE MAVERICK?" I yelled.
"I'm good thanks for asking. I see my w***e of
