Prisoners of War - Chapter 32

Fear rose up my throat as I tried to blink my high away. I swallowed hard eyeing the knife. "Tim..." He moved up to me fast, catching me surprise and grabbing my neck with his free hand before I could do anything, pushing and holding me against the wall. "You don't get to say my name." He whispered waving the shank in front of my face. He turn pointed it towards my neck with a …

…let on during those final talks that we had? "Chris?" Stacie's voice jogged me out of my trance. "I'm sorry Stacie." "Chris please don't hang up!" My eyes watered as she cried out. I gritted my teeth forcing myself to ignore it hanging up the phone. "I love you." I whispered to the back of the phone I still held. "But you can't be involved with me anymore...you can't be involved with a murderer."