Beth
"No, she was about to say something! Please, just give me ten more seconds! Please!" Blythe pleads as Terrence takes his phone back from her. The panic in her voice becomes mine.
"No, Terrence, no! You can-"
Click.
I scream and out of rage throw my phone onto the floor. I had gotten a new phone the first chance I had and kept my same old phone number. I stand up out of my chair and push it over, fisting my hair as I begin to pace. That son of a b***h. That sick, twisted son of a b***h.
"Motherfucker!" I holler as I go to retrieve my phone. I bend down and pick it up, groaning at the cracked screen but grateful it still works as I turn it on.
"Just me," says mom as she steps out of her bathroom, a look of surprise on her face. She's in a robe, about to shower. I can hear the wate
