#Chapter311
My phone starts again and this time I pull it out and stare at it, body trembling and knowing the longer I ignore him, the worse he will be. I hover over the call button, chewing on my bottom lip, but I just cannot accept it. My nerves get the better of me and I stare until it stops, after about twenty rings.
I breathe a heavy sigh of relief when it finally stops, and I shudder and hang my head in defeat. I will have to face him at some point. I just don’t know how right now.
I need time. He needs a lot of time.
I jump out of my skin when my phone beeps loudly and almost squeak in fright at the unexpectedness of it. Proof of how on edge he has me, and I glance at the text as it pops up on my home screen. What’s left of my fight melts into my shoes.
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU??!!!
