Over Again

"Zayn, I need your help," I whispered into the phone, not knowing why, because he was out. "Please."

"Wha- Gracie? What...what's happened? Why are you whispering?"

"My dad," I said. "He took me. I need your help, he's not...stable. I haven't eaten in days!"

"Where is that ba-- where are you?" I told him I didn't know. I was in some house, but I didn't know where.

"I'm scared, Zayn," I said, tears starting to overwhelm me. "Please come soon."

"I will, Gracie. I'll be there before you know it."

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It's been three days since that call. I've only had one meal of the three days, and that's was only a salad. My dad said I should be thanking him from taking me away from that life. But I can't see why. I had a family, a roof I've my head. The only thing that was worthy enough of leaving...was Zayn and I.

But he was coming to get me.

He promised.

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