Chapter Four
I hibernate claiming I'm sick.
Steven calls me, intoning his fear in a frantic voice, "Where were you, Michelle? You just dropped out of sight."
"I'm sorry. I came down with something. Got really sick to my stomach, been puking for the last two days. I feel horrible." I try to sound as miserable as the picture I paint. I probably do given that my body aches from Aman's bruising treatment. I've been hibernating for forty-eight hours and only accept this phone call from Steven because I'm afraid he'll be knocking down my door if don't answer.
"Why the hell didn't you say something?" He's upset. Still worried. I should be grateful. But I can't want him anymore. I can't want a boyfriend when I'm another man's slave. A few days removed from my night at Aman's, I've gained some
