Page 31 of My best friends little sister

I wake up to find the space beside me empty. Angelica isn't here. By the looks of it shes been gone for awhile because her side of the bed is ice cold. I roll over, panicked, as I reach for my phone to check the time. 3:17am. What the fuck?

I immediately wake up, jumping from the bed and throwing on a tshirt.

I run downstairs trying to think of what room she may be in.

the kitchen is first on my list as I run down, nope shes not here.

I move my gaze to the living room, not there either.

I run down the hall to the library, praying I find her curled up on the couch with a book on her lap, but its empty.

I run through every room in this goddamn house looking for her but theres no sign.

Every room is empty and cold like nobody has entered them in a long time.

My final resort is the garden, maybe she needed some air.

I get outside and I'm met with the crisp air, instantly shuddering as it whips at my skin. I dont see her out here either.

I'm panicked, frantic, trying to figure out where the fuck she is. My mind wanders to the thought of Giovanni. Did he take her? No. theres no way. This place would be a blood bath if he had managed to get inside and take angel.

I bolt upstairs to Mateo's room, banging on the door. After way too long of me trying to get his attention he finally opens it. Hes dishevelled, his hair a mess and his eyes barely open. ''What the fuck is wrong with you Dante?'' his voice is croaky and tired but I dont care.

I dont think for a second longer before heading downstairs and grabbing my car keys, Mateo following behind.

''Stay here. She might come back'' he hesitates but nods.

I run out to my car and get in not bothering to put on my seat belt.

I drive out the front gates and hit the street, slowly driving trying to spot her.

I drive up and down 3 streets, panic growing stronger every second, when suddenly I see her. In the middle of the fucking road. Shes slow, clearly disoriented, stumbling over her feet every few seconds. I stop the car immediately and jump out, running over to her.

I stop in my tracks when I turn her around to face me.

No. shes not awake. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open slightly.

Shes sleeping. What the fuck? This reminds me of when I found her that one time during a nightmare.

She was cold, distant, asleep. It was like she wasn't alive but her body was still living.

I dont wake her, I just scoop her up into my arms and carry her to my car, placing her into the passenger seat. Her body is freezing. Her face is flushed and her nose is a light shade of red. I cover her with my jacket trying to give her any sense of warmth before driving home.

We pull up at the house and I pick angel up in my arms, carrying her inside.

Mateo is pacing around the kitchen biting at his fingers.

His attention immediately looking up at us as we walk through the door.

''Oh my god. Is she okay?'' he runs over, checking angel in my arms for I'm assuming wounds.

''Did she fall asleep?'' I shake my head

I lay her down on the bed making sure shes fully covered to keep her warm before laying in beside her.

I pull her into my chest tightly, her cold skin sending shivers up my body but I dont care.

I rub her arm trying to warm her but also to soothe myself.

Still trying to make my panic pass, thinking about what could have happened to her.

Giovanni isn't the only threat. Anything could have happened to her. Some guys see a clearly vulnerable girl who's fucking out of it? God knows what they'd do to her. I shudder at the thought and try my best to drift to sleep.

I'm woken up to the light shining straight into my fucking eyes. Its blinding. I roll over to cover my eyes when I feel a warm weight on me. Angelica. Shes still here. Shes safe. I smile, pulling her into me. Shes still sleeping.

I stay like that for a few minutes as I wake up, keeping her close to me, taking in her scent before getting up and heading downstairs.

As I walk down I hear a loud clatter in the kitchen making me jump.

If I wasn't close enough to the kitchen to see who it was, they'd be fucking dead by now.

''Mateo! What the fuck are you doing? ''

Theres a guilty look on his face as hes surrounded by pots and pans. ''I just wanted coffee''

I sigh and walk over as I watch him pick up the pans, putting them back into the cabinet. ''How's angel?'' he asks as I walk to the fridge. ''Still sleeping. I wasn't sure if I should have woken her last night''

We talk while I cook and then I hear light footsteps coming down the stairs. We both look towards her as she walks down. ''Good morning angelica''

After breakfast Mateo heads to the safehouse to finish paperwork about the next shipment. I stay home to keep angelica company. I'm putting away the freshly cleaned dishes while angelica sits on the kitchen counter, holding a bowl of strawberries.

I walk over to her, positioning myself between her legs and placing my hands beside her on the counter. ''Are you okay?'' I ask softly. She nods and smiles.