17

ISABELLA

I occasionally checked my phone to see if I got any message. A sack letter or anything. I pulled my knees underneath my face as I stared at the clock. It was past ten and I was waiting for Damien to come back.

He would help me, he had to know someone, after all he got me in, in the first place.

My phone blared, breaking my line of thoughts. I checked the caller id. It was a private number.

My hands shook as I picked it up to my ear. My soul and body were on the verge of separation.

"Hello?" I answered.

It was a voice I knew, I was relieved, happy and angry at the same time.

"I thought I told you to call me when you got back home?" Roberts' deep voice echoed from the other end.

"Who do you think you are?" I asked pouring all my anger on him.

"Baby, I am sorry, I promise I will make it up to you," He said and I wanted to slam the phone on the floor.

"Don't tell me that, I think I have heard enough of your lies! If you truly loved me like you claimed, on my birthday you would