Danny Messer paced around his living room, pissed off. It was 11:47 and his daughter was supposed to be home from her date at 11. Danny knew that she had been testing his patience lately, coming home five or ten minutes late. Each time he had just brushed it off, telling her to not let it happen again. However, this was just ridiculous and he wasn't going to let her get away with it.
He decided to call her cell again, but for the third time that night, it went to voicemail.
Hey, it's Lucy! Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you..if you're lucky!
"Lucy, it's your father. Wherethehellareyou?!" Danny yelled into the phone. He went on to leave a long and angry message until it cut him off. He hung up and sighed, frustrated.
"Is she still not home yet?"
Danny turned to see Lindsay coming into the living room, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. He could see worry written all over her face.
He shook his head. "Nope."
"I'm getting really worried. This isn't like Lucy at all." she said. Danny nodded. He had been convinced that this was just another way of Lucy saying "fuck you" to him, but now he wasn't so sure. As much as she hated him at the moment, she would never do anything to cause Lindsay to worry so much.
Danny's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the vibration of his cell.
"Messer."
"Hey Danno."
Danny looked at Lindsay, who had a hopeful look on her face, thinking it was Lucy. The look was soon gone and replaced by worry again when he mouthed that it was Flack on the other end.
"What's going on, Don?" he asked, not in the mood to talk about sports or whatever it was he had called for.
"You might wanna sit down, Dan. It's about Lucy..."
Okay, I know, it's a short start, but I'm tired. Still, I wanted to at least get this started before I go to sleep. So what do you guys think so far? Should I continue?