18
Once Sam was out of my room, I surveyed my surroundings and realized how utterly ridiculous it was for me to be alone in my room, pregnant, n***d, and tied to my bed with silk scarves. Did my brain completely stop functioning when he was nearby?
I tried not to worry, but it seemed like he had been gone for quite a while. Waiting for Sam to return, the “what if” questions started to creep into my mind. What if he had left me here trussed up like a turkey? What if there was a fire? What if Courtney came home? What if Seth stopped by? What if I had to pee? Just the thought of that one made me feel like I needed to go.
I tried to convince myself that I was just being paranoid, and that Sam would return at any moment. I strained my ears, but didn’t hear any sounds coming from downstairs.
