MARCUS'S POV
It's been two months now I still haven't heard from Chelsea. When I usually tried to call her phone was usually off and it was actually strange.
I kept pacing around the room trying to call her but it went straight voicemail.
What was going on?
This wasn't like her. I took deep breaths trying to calm down myself but the darkness inside me was on the verge of exploding.
Maybe I should ask her parent's.
No. I quickly went against it. This was so pathetic I'll just send her voicemail and ask her to call me back.
She was my girlfriend not my wife. I didn't want to scare her away but I was so worried. I needed to hear her voice just once.
I slumped on the bed and after a minute a sly smirk covered my lips.
Her room.
I knew that Chelsea was miles away from me but her clothes were still next door. They still lingered with her vanilla scent.
I got up and stared at the window.
Her Mom was sitting outside reading a newspaper.