Gone ~ Chapter 7
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had arrived at the airport a while ago and walked around for about 15 minutes waiting for Weiss' call. He had finally ducked into a bathroom to avoid suspicion.
He had left the bathroom once and bought a sports magazine, but had immediately returned. He was getting anxious and frustrated and wished that Weiss would hurry up when his cell phone finally rang.
"Vaughn here." He was tired, nervous, and impatient, and it was obvious from his tone of voice.
"Mike, it's Eric. Sorry I took so long but I had a hard time getting the information."
"It's ok. Thanks Eric, I really do owe you."
"Forget it. Ok you got a pencil and paper?" Vaughn pulled a pen from his jacket and a pad of paper from his bag.
"Yeah, I'm set."
"Ok, get this. She's in Manhattan at 4700 Michaels Drive. I got you on flight 47MR625C, it leaves in 30 minutes." Vaughn wrote down Sydney's address and his flight quickly and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Thanks Eric, I'll talk to you later."
"No problem, and good luck"
*****
Sydney sat on her bed thinking. Francie was in the shower; it was the perfect chance. She stared at the phone as though boring holes through it. Why was it so hard for her to just pick up the phone and call him?
She knew why.she just didn't want to admit it. She knew she was scared, but deep down inside of her was a small fire that kindled her greatest fear.
What if he didn't love her anymore? What if he had moved on? She still loved him, she could never move on without him. The only thing that kept her going each day was hope that they would be together again someday.
She wondered if she was making a mistake. She debated with herself on the issue of calling him.
One thing was certain, if she did call him, she would tell him everything because he needed to know, whether he loved her or not. She put her hand on the phone. It felt cold under her warm skin and she almost pulled away and left the room, but she knew she couldn't. She had to go through with this. She had to be brave.
Slowly she picked up the phone and brought it towards her. She pressed it against her ear and heard the steady beeping of the dial tone. She punched in his all too familiar phone number and held her breath as she counted the rings.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
Four rings.
The answering machine came on.
"Hey, you've reached Michael. I can't come to the phone right now so leave a message and I'll call you back.Donovan, get off!" She giggled as she heard his voice over the phone. For an instant, she rejoiced at the sound of his voice, but cold reality hit her as she heard the beep after which she was supposed to leave a message.
She couldn't move. She had this all planned out, so why wasn't it working? She breathed loudly into the phone as panic surged through her body.
She crashed the phone against the receiver, hanging up.
*****
A/N: I made up the address and flight! Oh yeah, and sorry that this chapter was so short, but I promise the next one will be longer!
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had arrived at the airport a while ago and walked around for about 15 minutes waiting for Weiss' call. He had finally ducked into a bathroom to avoid suspicion.
He had left the bathroom once and bought a sports magazine, but had immediately returned. He was getting anxious and frustrated and wished that Weiss would hurry up when his cell phone finally rang.
"Vaughn here." He was tired, nervous, and impatient, and it was obvious from his tone of voice.
"Mike, it's Eric. Sorry I took so long but I had a hard time getting the information."
"It's ok. Thanks Eric, I really do owe you."
"Forget it. Ok you got a pencil and paper?" Vaughn pulled a pen from his jacket and a pad of paper from his bag.
"Yeah, I'm set."
"Ok, get this. She's in Manhattan at 4700 Michaels Drive. I got you on flight 47MR625C, it leaves in 30 minutes." Vaughn wrote down Sydney's address and his flight quickly and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Thanks Eric, I'll talk to you later."
"No problem, and good luck"
*****
Sydney sat on her bed thinking. Francie was in the shower; it was the perfect chance. She stared at the phone as though boring holes through it. Why was it so hard for her to just pick up the phone and call him?
She knew why.she just didn't want to admit it. She knew she was scared, but deep down inside of her was a small fire that kindled her greatest fear.
What if he didn't love her anymore? What if he had moved on? She still loved him, she could never move on without him. The only thing that kept her going each day was hope that they would be together again someday.
She wondered if she was making a mistake. She debated with herself on the issue of calling him.
One thing was certain, if she did call him, she would tell him everything because he needed to know, whether he loved her or not. She put her hand on the phone. It felt cold under her warm skin and she almost pulled away and left the room, but she knew she couldn't. She had to go through with this. She had to be brave.
Slowly she picked up the phone and brought it towards her. She pressed it against her ear and heard the steady beeping of the dial tone. She punched in his all too familiar phone number and held her breath as she counted the rings.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
Four rings.
The answering machine came on.
"Hey, you've reached Michael. I can't come to the phone right now so leave a message and I'll call you back.Donovan, get off!" She giggled as she heard his voice over the phone. For an instant, she rejoiced at the sound of his voice, but cold reality hit her as she heard the beep after which she was supposed to leave a message.
She couldn't move. She had this all planned out, so why wasn't it working? She breathed loudly into the phone as panic surged through her body.
She crashed the phone against the receiver, hanging up.
*****
A/N: I made up the address and flight! Oh yeah, and sorry that this chapter was so short, but I promise the next one will be longer!