Tethered ? Awsten Knight

December 15th
Wednesday
3:49 PM

Everyone was leaving town for the holidays and the entertainment world was going quiet.

So I was in the dance studio alone, having fun with my own choreography for a bit.

Awsten was writing - or working. I hadn't talked to him much today. I hadn't seen him since he left on Sunday.

We had plans on Saturday right now and that was it. He'd been laser focused on writing the album, and I understood, especially with him touring soon...plus we were still seeing other friends for the Holiday's.

There was a MDDN Holiday party on Friday that I knew about from Fran that I was hoping Awsten would ask me to go to with him.

I'd found out about it from Fran on Monday when we were on the phone because I was trying to figure out when I could give her her presents.

But he hasn't. And I was losing hope.

I took a deep breath and ran my hands through my hair, trying to get a bit out of my head and refocus.

Dancing usually helped me clear my head...but I had too much on my mind.

I started over, watching myself in the mirror for a second as I turned and ran through all the moves in my head.

Halfway through the song I was doing a turn and my left foot didn't land right. I felt it immediately as I tried to catch myself from landing on the floor, feeling the pain shoot all the way through my body.

"Oh no." I said in a whimper and quickly blinked, reaching down for my ankle, then tried to move it and felt the ache again.

No, no, no.

I couldn't hold back tears as every worst case scenario went through my head.

This can't be happening.

I pushed myself up onto my right leg, then attempted to put some weight on my left foot.

I could, but it hurt.

"Fuck!" I cried and threw my head back, then hobbled over to my phone a couple of feet away and called Awsten.

It went straight to voicemail.

"Don't tell me your phone is dead again." I mumbled to myself, using the bar against the mirror to lower myself back to the floor and went to rest him to see his phone on Do Not Disturb.

Tatum:
Can you call me back?
I hurt my ankle

No delivered - so his phone was dead.

I should've bought him a phone charger for Christmas.

I sighed to myself, staring at my bag a few feet away.

It was my left foot, so I could drive myself home, as long as it didn't hurt too bad to walk.

I can't believe his phone is dead - again.

I crawled to my bag and grabbed his black Refugee sweater shirt I had snagged the other day, smelling his cologne as I pulled it over my head.

Now I was annoyed at him. Not answering my calls because his phone was dead - and I needed him.

I called Fran instead.

She didn't answer either - but texted me.

Fran:

Call you back in one minute

"Ugh!" I groaned, stretching my legs out and looked down at my left ankle.