With shaky hands I pick up the phone and swipe on answer. “Hello Gina,” I hear his deep voice, God it was him, Deshawn or Mr Quin. I couldn’t hold myself and the phone fall off my trembling hands. “Hey, are you okay there? Hello, Hello,” I heard him repeatedly say. I swallow hard and clear my throat, taking in a deep breath, all the while he didn’t drop the call. “Hello.” I say in what sound like a timid whisper. “Are you okay, I saw as Mason carry you to his car, are you fine? Are you feeling any pain?” He ask, his voice lace with worries. Why is he worried about me and how did he know Mason? My head was blank and I had no idea what to say to him. “Uhmm please who is this?” Was all that came to me. To my bewilderment, I heard him chuckle a little. “It’s Deshawn, why did you run out with your hurt heels like that, do you want to get yourself killed.” “Get myself killed?” I question as I imagine different way he can possibly kill me. “I meant that on literal terms..
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