"Don't be afraid, your dad and I will come right away."
A worried voice came from the phone, followed by a loud shout. "Melvin, our daughter's in trouble!"
They had abandoned me back then; would they save me now?
They should… right?
I had to stay calm. As long as I held on, I still had a chance to live.
I endured the cramp and stomach pain, trying again to save myself. I managed it, I breathed in a mouthful of fresh air. I could definitely live.
When my face broke the surface again, a familiar but cold voice came from beside me. “Bitch, go die.”
A hand that had once brought me warmth pressed down on my face.
Milo had come, not to save me, but to kill me.
