While we waited for Bethany to return, I zoned out of the conversation that the men were having. I did not want to hear what they had to say anyway.
I just sat there staring at my bottle of water.
It seemed like it was taking Bethany forever, and I was wishing she was back already. Which was a weird concept. Because I knew the moment that she returned, I would be released into the hands of the monster sitting across the room from me.
But, for some reason, the waiting is just as bad. I could not get control of my nerves and my anxiety. I knew roughly what was about to happen. I know that Max will not take it easy on me. I can still see through his clenched jaw and stiff demeanor that he is still very upset that he does not get his play toy that he really wanted tonight. And I k
