“Give me your phone, now!” he demanded as he dragged me to his waiting car. I didn’t bother to fight him, not this time. Getting hurt was the last thing I wanted to do. I needed to do everything I could to make sure this baby stays okay. I’m glad I’m wearing a baggier shirt so he can’t see the bump, otherwise I think I would be in big trouble.
I had to remain as calm as I could, even with the knife he had pointed at me. I know for sure the guys would find me one way or another. They always do. It’s just a matter of when. But I know for sure I won’t give up. I won’t go down without a fight.
“I don’t have it.” I told him with strength I didn’t know I had in my voice, “You can check if you want. I left it at home to charge because I didn’t do it last night.”
“Sadly, I believe your ass. It
