Ninety Nine

Emma's pov

My mind was unsettled as I waited for Adrian to return from where he had urgently run; my mind kept on having mixed feelings about where he went.

I paced restlessly in the sitting room, trying his number consistently, but he wasn't picking up. This was so unlike Dwayne; he had been out for the past hour, and I couldn't even reach him.

I tried assuring myself that there was nothing wrong with him, and he was fine with that. I dragged myself up to my room, but my mind was still weary of where Dwane might have gone.

I tried sleeping, but it was hard for me. I moved restlessly on my bed but was still unable to sleep. I placed him on a call again; it rang multiple times, but he didn't pick it up, which got me furious.

"Where the hell are you, and can't you stop ignoring my call?" I yelled at nobody in particular, hitting my hands hard on the bed.

I stared furiously at the phone, waiting patiently for Dwane's call, but it didn't ring. I picked it up again and placed a call to him