Lost And Found

Part 15 (A Way Out)

Blake's P.O.V.

I've been calling Freya like crazy this whole week but she doesn't answer. I'm scared something might've happened to her after what she told me Marc said to her. Unfortunately I was out of town playing, but I arrived today and I'm gonna look for her. I need to apologize for what I said to her. I decide to try her friend's store first...

"Welcome to— Oh, hi."

"Diana, is Freya around? I need to talk to her."

"About what you said to her?"

"She told you?"

"Of course she told me, I'm her best friend."

"She hasn't been answering my calls."

"I wouldn't be answering the either."

"Please... I need to apologize."

"Just stay away from her. It's what's best... for both of you."

"You know I can't do that, I lo— she's carrying my child."

"None of this would be happening if you hadn't answered that stupid phone. Not only did you risk your life but Freya's and your daughter's as well."

"I know, I regret doing it. I'd take it back if I could."

"Well you can't! And know she's gonna live a life of terror because of you!"

"What do you mean?"

She huffs. "Why do you think she hasn't answered you?"

"Cause of what I said to her. I don't even want to think about the alternative."

"I guess you deserve to know if she's fine so... she is."

I sigh of relief. "Thank God." I mumble. "I gotta ask you another thing... How much money does she owe?"

"She didn't tell you?"

"No." I shake my head.

"Well if she didn't tell you, neither am I. That's something that has to come from her."

"I just want to help her. Just think of it as a father protecting his daughter."

"Nope." She denies.

"Damn it! Why is she so stubborn? I mean, I'm offering her a way out."

"I don't know, why don't you ask her?" She smiles and points outside. I turn around and see Freya about to come in... "Oh, boy." Diana says.

"Why is she with Marc?" I ask her.

"Surprise?" Diana fakes a smile and shrugs.

"What do you mean surprise?"

"Blake?" Freya halts to a stop when she sees me.

"Freya... I need to talk to you."

"Not a chance in hell, pal." Marc says.

"I'm not talking to you."

"It's fine." Freya says. Surprising me, to be honest.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight." Marc grabs her wrist.

"We're just gonna talk, Marcus." She breaks free from his grip and steps outside. I, of course, follow her ad Marc gives me a death glare.

"Look, I'm—"

"Can we get out of here?" She cuts me off.

"What?"

"Take someplace, I don't want to be here."