Damn 9 days what is gonna happen?!!?! I'm sorry but I love my book so much and I literally left myself suspense lol. Let me stop talking so you can read the story.
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Caryl's POV

I'm sleeping soundly in my bed at some hour in the night and I was rudely awakened by the house phone screeching. I barely opened my eyes just to locate the phone and took it up to put it to my ear. "Ugh hello?" I mumbled miserably.

"Sorry Caryl did I wake you up?" The voice through the phone asked.

"Nooooo oh no no no, it's only..." I paused to check the digital bedside clock to check the time, "...3am and I was just lying awake in my bed, staring up to the roof reflecting on life Michael," I sarcastically remarked.

"Oh dang I'm sorry!" Michael defended.

"Sorry sweetie, I am very sarcastic when I'm sleepy," I apologised. I yawned and I shook my head slightly to wake myself up a little more, "Yeah what's up?"

"Yeah about my trip," Michael started.

"Oh yeah you're coming home aren't you?" I asked getting excited for my Chelsea.

"Yes, I am bu--," Michael started to say.

"Great!"

"Yeah, but there is something," Michael informed cautiously.

"Wha-What is it Mike? I ask getting worried.

"I-I won't be coming home tonight," he said softly.

Yes he said it softly but I heard him loud and clear. "What!" I shouted. I realised how loud I was and quieted down, "Why???" I whispered slightly panicking

"Long story short, there was a big delay and it is now preventing me from coming home," Michael explained.

"Oh, I see," disappointed, I sighed and moved some strands of hair from my face, "will you still be coming for Christmas?"

I hear Michael give a long drawn out sigh. There was hesitation but he answered, "Yes, yes I will be there for Christmas...I promise."

"I can only hope you keep that promise Michael," I told him. I think about Chelsea once more and I sigh, "she really misses you."

"I know and I miss her way more, I HAVE to be there! I just...have to be," Michael cried sounding helpless.

"Get a few more minutes of sleep sweetie, you'll need it," I comforted Michael.

"Thank you Caryl, sleep well," Michael replied.

"Bye,"

"Bye," I hung up the phone and drifted back to sleep.

Chelsea's POV

I hear a loud noise like a cry coming from my mother's room. "Momma?" I whispered to myself feeling worried.

I get out of my bed and slowly crept to her closed bedroom door.

"I only hope you can keep that promise Michael...," I heard my mother say.

"What?" I thought to myself, "Is she talking to Michael? Like my Michael? At three in the morning???" I start to question. "What on earth would they be talking about this early?" I thought starting to get confused, "Promise?? What promise is he keeping???"

I started to agitate myself over the thought Michael is talking to my mother about promises before he gets to me! I have no idea what is going on! But I will find out. For sure.

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All done! All SORTS of delay got in the way of me writing this. Now it's finished!

Hope you enjoyed!