Andrea's P.O.V.
"This is delicious." I carefully stated as I cut a piece of pancake off with steady hands.
"Thank you, sweetheart. I tried out a new recipe." Ryan grinned without looking up from his plate.
I glanced over at the box of Bisquick sitting on the counter, but I decided to not confront Ryan about his not-so-homemade pancakes.
"May I be excused?" I contemplated shyly.
His head darted up with piercing eyes, but they soon grew warm.
"I gotta-uh-potty." I explained awkwardly.
"Of course you may be excused, my love." I saw a glimmer of odd satisfaction in his eyes.
I placed a painfully fake smile onto my face as he plotted a fat, slobbery kiss right on my forehead.
I made my way to the bathroom down the hall and locked the door behind me.
I pulled down my fresh pair of faded jeans without unzipping them. Next, I hovered over the pristine white toilet and listened to the delicate trickle of my urine.
I was not just taking a bathroom break. Ryan had no idea what was coming for him. I knew that on the other side of the bathroom wall was an extra room. I also knew that in the extra room is where Ryan kept his phone.
I needed to get in contact with someone; whether it be Dr.Dawkins or the police. Without washing my hands, I slowly pushed open the lightweight door. I paused a second as I saw Ryan move a bit on his kitchen stool, but was relieved to find that he was only scratching an itch.
As I tiptoed into the spare bedroom, I could taste the freedom. Not just for me, but also for my baby. I sprung to the phone through all the other rubbage in the room, and clicked on the power button. It was only an iPhone 3, so it seemed like years passed by before the lock screen popped up. Realizing the cellphone had a passcode, I slid up to make an emergency call. I mouthed the words to myself, practicing what I would say when the 9-1-1 operator answered.
My fiancé killed a man. Track this number and come to the address. I have to go.
"Sylvia, are you okay? You've been in there awhile..." I heard Ryan's suspicion-filled voice call from the living room.
Tears tore from my eyes, but I didn't dare make a sound. I didn't even dare to breath. I heard his footsteps pressing against the creaky wood floor. I pressed the call button without even glancing down at the phone. Maybe they'll at least find my dead body.
Suddenly, the door came crashing open. My heart nearly ripped from chest from how fast it was beating.
To my surprise, a chuckle filled the vast silence. I didn't dare to look up at Ryan's face.
"Ah. Stupid, stupid girl." Ryan psychotically spat. I flinched at every syllable that he bellowed.
"I don't care! Kill me! The p-police are on their way!" I struggled for clarity through my tears as I held up the iPhone 3, thinking somehow that could defend me.
Without a response, Ryan nearly fell on the ground in laughter. There were tears forming in his eyes, and that was the moment that I realized he was truly insane. The vintage iPhone somehow seemed to slip through my tight grip, toppling beside Ryan. I glanced down to see my hands trembling like a chihuahua in an ice storm.
"How could I have ever chosen to be with someone as dumb as you!"
"W-what do you mean...?"
"The phone, stupid, pathetic girl!" He paced back and forth shaking his head swiftly in his hands.
I scrunched my forehead with true confusion.
"Oh my God! Look for yourself!" He threw the phone directly at my stomach, nearly knocking the breath out of me.
I flipped over the black iPhone to the now cracked screen to see what had been so funny.
"I don't see what you m-" suddenly, I felt my whole world crash down.
No service
Such a simple thing that meant so much in the moment. Without looking up, I mentally prepared for my death. No tears tugged at my eyes anymore; I was numb to any feelings that should've been being felt.
I felt a small tug at the top of head. Looking up, I found Ryan with a rusty pair of sheer scissors that he was using to chop every bit of hair that cascaded onto my shoulders.
Ryan paused once he noticed that I was staring at him.
"Oh, sweetie. You think I'm going to kill you?"
I sighed in relief. Maybe he can just forget about this. Maybe I can just forget about it, too. I couldn't decide which was worse; dying or enduring the rest of my life with this man.
"You're punishment will be much worse than a stab in the heart. I want to see you suffer. I want to see you cry. You deserve to be treated like I was by you. Unwanted. Untrusted. Unloved." Ryan's word stabbed the air, and that's when I knew that Heaven isn't a place on Earth; Hell is.
{A/N}
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