Andy's POV:

That night, I dream of the ringing.

I've had the same dream over and over, alternating with the one of her crying and her wrists pooling blood. Tonight though, it is nothing but ringing. By now I'm used to it, and I actually try my best to fight it, to wake myself up. I know either way, i'm doomed to fall under her spell all over again, only I know if I can somehow delay it, I can prevent myself from being consumed by her, survive a little longer even.

It starts off the same. My phone rings, and I ignore it. Then it continues, and I eventually pick up. All I hear is the heartbreaking sound of her voice, calling out to me, calling for help. She's in trouble, and needs me, wants me. Then I usually wake up.

But tonight, it is different.

It won't stop it's painful, excruciating torture. Instead, it rings, and rings until my ears echo the very sound.

That's when I wake up.

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I curse as I fumble for my phone in the blackness, mentally scolding myself for believing that I was dreaming again. Fuck, the things this girl did to me.

"what?" I snap into the phone. Whoever is calling is pretty ballsy for calling me at this hour, I am allowed to be a dick.

"Andy?" The voice whispers, and my heart stops beating.

It's her. It's really her, I'm not dreaming or hallucinating. This is real, this is actually happening. I have a chance to get her back, get my baby back.

Before I can open my mouth to speak however, she interrupts "I miss youu."

And that's it. It's the slightest change, but I notice it. The way her words are slurring together, it sounds like an effort for her to even talk. God dammit she's drunk!

"Nicole," I start calmly, even though I am fuming inside, "where are you? Are you drunk?"

She giggles deliriously, enjoying her high I'm sure. "I miss you Andy! Why did you go away? Don't you love me?" I can practically picture the pout on her full lips.

I shake my head to clear the sleep, sitting up. "Nikki, you need to get home. Are you alone or something? Just go home, and go to sleep."

"No! I want to talk to you!"

I sigh, "I can't do this right now Nicole. I have work tomorrow," I lie, but I'm not sure why.

"I miss you Andy. Come home."

"You don't mean that," I breathe out, exasperating. The things this girl does to me.

There's noise on the other line music and laughter. She's at a party. Fuck.

"Nikki, baby," I hope she's too drunk to notice the possessive word, "I think you need to go home now."

I'm already standing and pulling on my clothes, shoving necessities into a duffel bag. Looks like it'll be a long night.

She huffs on the other line," stop babying me Andy! I'm having fun, and imagine the things we cold do together if you were here. The things I could do for you," she trails off, her voice adapting a sultry tone.

I freeze, my pants constricting as images of her and me together, alone flash through my head, but i do my best to get through them. She needs me right now.

"Nicole, I am not going to ask you again, go home," I say as sternly as I can through gritted teeth.

She giggles again, "wrong answer Andy! Bye bye!" Then the line goes dead.

I swear and swing my bag over my shoulder, stalking towards the door. I yell to Danny that I'll be gone for awhile, to which he doesn't respond, probably to drunk to give a damn. All I know is that I have to get home, tonight. There's a girl that needs me.

Even though I need her more.

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