A/N- HEYYYYY. Long update... again. so sorry just busy with school (netflix) and I haven't had any time.

I am not continuing where I left off. I am starting a little before "The phone call" (nice name, huh)

Nicole's POV

I was walking home from picking up take out at this little diner called Granny's. They have the BEST burgers ( from what little I have eaten of it). When ever I go there, all eye's are on me. Not figurativly, really. EVERYONE stops and just looks at me getting food. I have a feeling new people don't come here every day. But on my way home I got a call. Traditionally I would immediatly grab my phone and answer. But when I pulled it out, the name of the contact scared me. It was Henry.

Was it his kidnapper? Or was it him begging for help to save hime? I thought he was dead. No, he is missing. Not dead. Missing, and the New York police will find him. My old therapist said to never say that he was dead, and to stay positive. But no way is he calling. It was about to go to voicemail, so I picked up.

"Hello" I said expecting a kidnappers voice

"Hey Nicole! How are you doing!" Said... Henry.

It was Henry on the other line. I hung up. At first I was in denial. It wasn't Henry, it couldn't be. Then ,like the 5 stages of grief, I got angry. If he wasn't missing, why didn't he call or text or ANYTHING. If he just moved, WHY DIDN'T HE SAY GOODBYE. He just left on a whim and left everyone that cares about him without any notice or information. How selfish! Then on to the next stage. I should have tried to call him first, I told myself. It is your fault that your like this, all because you panicked and called the police. Once again, on to the next stage. I got sad all over again. If that really was him, the reason he didn't say goodbye is probally because he didn't care. Or if it wasn't, that meant he was still gone, never to be seen again. I thought about going to the police, asking if they could trace the call to the location. But, I decided against it. I thought about going to Doctor Hopper, but he might be busy with a client.

The next day I went to Granny's to get breakfast. We haven't been able to get grocery's with all the unpacking, so we usually ate out. In this little pawn shop on the way over I saw someone that looked exactly like Henry in their with a women with a pixie cut and a tall man with blonde hair talking to what looked to be the owner of the place. My mind is playing tricks on me, I thought. That call gave me false hope and now I am seeing things. I quickly ran by thinking nothing of it. When I got to Granny's, people tried not to look at me. But I could tell when they were sneaking glances.

"What will it be today?" Granny asked me.

"Just pancakes," I answer.

"Promise to eat all of it today," Granny says. Right, she doesn't know.

"Oh, I don't know," I reply ackwardly. She looks at me like she was trying to figure out everything about me.

"I'm not lettin' you leave untill you eat half," She says in a semi-upbeat tone.

"Half?"

"Half."

"One- fourth"

"Fine" Granny says defeated.

After I finish and leave. I write down what I ate in a journal my therapist makes me keep. It is supposed to let me see how I improved. I feel GREAT! I realized that I beleved I just finished the final stage of grief. Acceptance. I wasn't going to see Henry. I was going to have to deal with that. And I was okay with him not being here. Now I focus on me getting better.

I almost skip to my next session with Archie.

A/N- Well... let us see how that works out. Next chapter- Flashback or Henry? You vote!

Also PLEASE review, I love your comments. Have a happy life, and good luck to yall (do you like the southern or naw?)