With shaky hands, I managed to pull it out. The only person I could think to call was my dad. He had to come, right? He always said he’d protect me, no matter what. So I dialed his number, praying he’d answer.
It rang twice before he picked up. “What is it, Selene?” His voice was sharp, annoyed.
“Dad,” I gasped. “Dad, I’m in trouble. Someone—”
“Selene, I’m busy. What do you want?”
My stomach dropped. “No, Dad, I’m serious! I’ve been kidnapped! You have to—”
“Not now, Selene. I don’t have time for your drama.” And with that, he hung up.
I stared at my phone, disbelief washing over me. He thought I was lying. He thought this was just another one of my stunts to get attention. I’d done stupid things before, sure, but this? This was real. And he didn’t believe me.
The thug noticed the phone in my hand and ripped it away, smashing it to the ground. The screen shattered, much like my hope. “Daddy’s not coming to save you!” he laughed, shaking his head. “He’s too busy making deals to care about you.”