Clarissa's POV
I stood at a phone booth and called him. I was scared to call him with my phone because I was worried that he wouldn't pick up. That he would ignore me and cast me away like I was nothing but a toy for his pleasure.
I called him the first time and the phone rang. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest.
“Pick up. Please pick up."
I was squeezing my eyes shut and praying for him to respond.
The call ended and I felt consumed with worry.
“Calm down, Rissa. He probably doesn't know that you are the one calling. Just try again."
I dialed his number again and waited patiently for him to pick. My heart was thumping, threatening to explode from my chest.
Doubt filled my mind. What if he was already at the pack and I couldn't see him? What if he had actually blocked my num
