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8:27pm
The job finished at 7:45pm. What was taking them so long? Sam couldn’t stop pacing around his cabin, his boots pounding almost as loud as his heart. Where the hell was his Darlin’?
They never took long to respond to Sam, never. So after 42 minutes, more text messages than Sam could recall and 19 missed calls- Sam couldn’t have been more worried.
Perhaps they went over to David’s or Milo’s for a while? No, they would’ve told him. Maybe their phone was dead? But why would that make them almost an hour late home? Fucking hell, he could practically hear his non-existent heartbeat from how fast it was beating.
Buzz. Buzz. Buz-
“Darlin’? Is that you?” Sam asks without a second thought, to a now very confused David.
“No, and from that i’m going to guess that they aren’t with you?” His voice turns from a disinterested grumble to a confused mumble.
“No, they haven’t gotten back yet- I was gonna ask if they were with you?”
“…they never showed up to the gig, why would they be with me?”
What?
“What?” Sam could feel the world around him freeze, a ringing filling his ears- the anxieties from the Inversion still lingering.
“What do you mean they never showed? They left the house at 3.”
“None of us saw them, Arden had to step in for them.” Sam could hear David sit up, walk into another room, and shut the door. “If they aren’t with you, where are they?”
“…”
“Sam?”
There was a chill in the air, a lump in his throat, and a weird feeling in his stomach.
“I don’t know.”
Where the fuck was his Darlin’?