Staring at my phone, I note fifteen minutes have passed.
His sister crosses my mind. Did something happen to her? God- I hope not. I pace the floor, “Please be okay, please be safe,” I pray for her. “Text me, text me,” I mutter checking my phone again. His parents are such assh*les!
“Call me!” I scream at my phone because I want to call but the guy told me not to. Damian said that I could only text him when I’m coming for him- only to confirm. Gosh if only he’d use the laptop so I can get him a cell! My anxiety level…
Another five minutes later, the tips of my fingernails are now all gone and lay in pieces, scattered on my rug. By now I am ready to run out the door. I text Mel just to occupy my mind. [Ily]
The phone vibrates in my hand as I press send. It’s Damian’s co-worker, Paul, f
