You threw your phone away, you locked your doors… but nothing helped. He kept coming back. He started sending letters now, threatening to buy yourself a new phone or he’d do it himself.

You refused, you wanted him gone, out of your life. But he never gave up so he bought you a phone himself. It was already attached to the wall when you came home that day, a note sticking to the wall next to it. “Don’t you dare ignore my calls now. - Kisses xoxo”

You told yourself you’d just pick up, face already wet from the tears you cried that day, dreading the phone call he’d make.

At 11 the phone rang, you immediately picked it up, your hands shaking terribly. “Finally darling, I missed your sweet voice. Speak to me. Now.” The smirk was evident in his voice, he enjoyed your fear.