This is it, isn't it? A taste of what every day of my fucking life will look like by his side. This is his revenge. This is what I knew would happen if he ever got out.
This is the risk I took by sending him to prison. By attempting to take him down.
"We will be running late to our appointment if you keep stalling, Kayla. Do you want a phone now?"
My eyes drop to my lap, my teeth gnawing at my lower lip. My pride is about to take the hit of its life, but I would do anything to get in contact with my family again. Even if it's only been a few days.
I hold my breath as I get to my knees in front of him, sitting on the heels of my feet. I keep my eyes on the floor, my hands on my thighs, and my voice is barely a whisper.
"Please." I gulp, my throat narrowing and choking me. "Can I have a phone?"
I ignore the sound of his buckle and squeeze my eyes shut when the zipper of his pants makes a loud noise as it lowers.
