Chapter 22
Olivia's P.o.v
With each buzz my heart sinks a little bit more into my chest and I pray he doesn't hear either one of them.Please let it stop ringing, please let it stop ringing,for the love of god stop ringing.How f*****g long is an actual phone ring jesus.I slowly lift Owen's arm off my waist, I reach for the phone and slowly slide out of bed like butter melts on toast. I head towards the kitchen and pick up.Why am I this stupid.Why am I answering the phone... when Owen is laying in the next room asleep.He's never hurt me, or slapped me, degraded me, gotten off treating me like s**t, been embarrassed to be seen with me.What the f**k am I doing? Hang up... I'm about to when his voice stops me.
"Via...? Are...are you there..?V...Via are..are you there?"He sounds so..weak, br
