EIGHTY

My eyes snap open, only to find the ceiling of my room. Everything is still dark. I wake up in the middle of the night. The clock on my nightstand shows 1.30 AM.

I glance to my side. The bed is cold. Where is Prince? I remember him telling me earlier that he was going to drop by Alex place and that I should go to bed without waiting for him.

Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I wonder if he texted me to inform me about his whereabouts. But unfortunately, there is no text from him, and worry starts to stir inside me. All sorts of bad thoughts run through my head. It's unusual for him to leave me until this late, especially since the incident with the lunatic breaking into my house.

What could have possibly happened to Prince? Did he get into an accident?

I shake my head wildly. Why do I have to fill my mind with unnecessary thoughts? Be positive, Cheska. Maybe his phone battery is dead while he still has some matters to settle. It's crazy that when you fall in love, you start