Jon paced up and down.
Should he call her now or later? Fuck this I’m calling her now.
He dialled the number.
“Hello?”
“Uum Hi I’m sorry. I guess I dialled the wrong number.”
“Who would you like to speak to, sir?”
“I want to speak to Cheyenne…Cheyenne Roberts”
“If I may ask, are you a family member, of Miss Roberts?”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m inspector Carlson. Now may I ask you who you are?”
Jon felt dizzy. Richie came in and saw the ashen colour on Jon’s face.
“I’m a close friend of Cheyenne. What the fuck happened to her?”
“Sir, calm down. Here is a friend of hers maybe she could fill you in.”
“Hello”
“God, Stacey is that you? What happened for God’s sake I just want to know. Where’s is Cheyenne? What the fuck happened? “
Richie was standing close to Jon, his eyes huge in his face and his heart pounding like crazy.
“Cheyenne is in hosp…pi ..tal. Mark….oh my god….Mark came over….a…and attacked her. She’s … unconscious!”
Stacey was hysterical and crying so much that Jon could barely hear what she was saying.
“I’m coming over and as God is my witness, he is a fucking dead man! Honey, just go to her I’m coming as soon as my plane is ready.”
Jon slammed the phone down and sagged onto the couch. Richie nearly jumped on him.
“Jon, what the fuck is wrong? Tell me, for God’s sake. It’s Cheyenne isn’t it?”
“That fucking bastard of a Mark came over I heard the bell ring. I was on the phone with her. She put the phone down…FUCK.”
“Ok, and what happened? Fuck Jon tell me!”
The desperate sound in his voice made Jon look up. Richie was beside himself.
“ He attacked her, they took her to the hospital, she’s still unconscious. Fuck I need to go to her.”
Jon jumped up and walked to his room. He through his clothes into a bag and when he turned around Richie was standing in the doorway with a bag in his hands.
“Let’s go fucking kill the bastard. He’ll never lay his hands on a woman again.”
The flight to Cheyenne nearly killed Jon. He was pacing up and down the aisle. Richie tried to talk to him and calm him down but his head was spinning and his adrenalin levels were dangerously high.
Jon couldn’t wait for the plane’s door to open. He rushed out leaving Richie to handle the luggage.
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