The silence was deafening

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Marg was out with friends so now would be the time to strike. She left her phone at home because she had a second pair always by her side, I never knew why she had the second phone but really comes in handy when you want to call the police against her. The phone was on the wooden, old dining table everything was wood in this house. It was a farm house, ma bought it because she was sick of the busy city side and I was wither her. I retrieved the phone and held it in my hand. Its screen was cracked and it was covered in grease. The lock screen had a picture of Marg with some teenage boy, it was not dad, guess I'll just file a divorce too. It was pretty old phone, but I managed to find the call app. Ma told me that the emergency number was 0-0-0. I had learnt that in school too.

'Hello 0-0-0 what is your emergency?'

'My stepmother has been abusing me'

'Where are you?'

Morning ton Peninsula'

Just the house on the hill next to the farm? House number 56?'

'Yes please hurry'

'Stay on the line and explain how did she abuse you?'

'She tied me to my bed frame and kept me there for five days'

Tears started streaming down my face. I held out my tongue to taste the saltiness of my tear. It was at that moment when I heard someone unlocking the front door. Marg was back, if she saw me on the phone with police she would torture me even more. I tried to hide everything but the door slammed open.