What do i do?

As I hear Celia's screaming, I feel my stomach twist and the world spin. Not knowing what to do I yell out, "Celia? Are you there? What's happen-"

The call ends. I fall down to the ground; my eyes start tearing up. I look around my room not knowing what to do, stare out the window. I get some water and dry of my tears, "Wait. The café! Maybe they have her address."

I quickly put on my jacket and head for the café. I run as fast as possible almost falling multiple times. I arrive and run to the back of the kitchen almost bumping into some chairs. I yell out, "What's her address? What's Celia's address?"

One of the workers looks startled at me and says loudly, "Rozale! You have to calm down. What's happening? Why are you here? It's fucking 12am."

I try calming down my breathing and my heart beat. I look at them, two of them are wearing their uniform, a black skirt with a long-sleeved formal wear. The other one is wearing blue jeans and a white shirt. With my breathing calmed down I say, "Celia! She's in trouble, we were on the phone and I heard a man's voice yelling, and Celia was screaming! We have to call the cops. Where does she live?"

Two of them try to find her address as the other one calls the cops. I look around, worried. I start walk back and forth, wall to wall, there are anime wallpapers on the wall and food menus on the table. I think to myself, "I should call her. I'm going to call her."

I ring her phone and, "No answer…" I bite my nail and ring it again, still no answer. I ring it a couple of more times, none were a success.

"Yeah? Alright, thank you. We'll be here." Says one of the workers.

I try my best to calm down but, I keep thinking what if she's getting beaten up? What if she's getting sexually abused? I grit my teeth and hairs on neck jump up, I clench my fist and think to myself, "This is my fault.. If I didn't go out with her, this wouldn't have happened. It's my fault.. It's all my fault."

A mug of tea with a pug on it is placed in front of me. The worker with jeans and a white shirt, her name Lydly.

She says "Take It easy. You need to calm down. It's going to be okay. The cops said they're going to check it out and they'll call back when they've found something" as she puts her hand on my shoulder trying to comfort me.

I drink the tea slowly and stare at the clock. I watch every second pass by as I can feel sweat run down my face. I look at my phone and pick it up from the table, "Let's put on some music. That might calm me a bit. Oh! 'So Will I by Ben Platt' is a good one!"

I put the song on repeat and slowly start to calm down. I decide to go home after I finish my tea. I get up and go home, on my way home I buy a pack of beer, "Haven't gotten drunk in a while. It's not good, but right now. I need it. I hope she's alright."