4. I need you
I slid the lock on the door across the latch, as quietly as humanly possible, I gently swung the door back, I looked outside, I couldn't hear anything, but that didn't mean he wasn't here. I dangled my limp foot outside the door, wondering if I should just lock the door and stay in here, where I'd know I was safe. No. I had to do this. I grimaced as I placed my foot on the firm, faded white carpet. This would be so much easier if I knew two things. One if he was still here, and two where the hell my phone was. Knowing the bastard he's probably taken it with him, as if I am some naughty child that needs to be punished, to him that's probably what I am.
My throat was dry and my voice feeble, and the "Hello?" I managed to get out was hoarse and croaky. I cough quietly, breaking through my weakened vocal chords. My voice more confident now I repeat myself, "Hello?" No answer but I still move cautiously, afraid of every noise the squeaking floorboards throw at me. Luckily for me there are a limited amount of rooms to search. I move slowly checking the bedroom, nobody. Bathroom is practically impossible as I've been in there all night, that's all of the upstairs..I shuffle to the end of the narrow hallway, gripping the balcony, afraid to fall, like I had so many times before.
I feel my legs turn to jelly and my hands begin to quiver, one foot reaches the step below. My heart screams at me to just do it, just go, but my head taunts me with fearful thoughts. By the time I've reached the halfway mark on the stairs I realise it is too late to turn back without being seen. I step down once more and glance around and I see...Nothing. I'm safe. I breath a sigh of relief letting my head bob up and down. My heart jumps when I see my phone on the worktop. I want to leap towards it, but instead I walk very quickly, grabbing it.