I stood at a phone booth and called him. I was scared to call him with my phone because I was worried that he wouldn't pick up. That he would ignore me and cast me away like I was nothing but a toy for his pleasure.

I called him the first time and the phone rang. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest.

“Pick up. Please pick up."

I was squeezing my eyes shut and praying for him to respond.

The call ended and I felt consumed with worry.

“Calm down, Rissa. He probably doesn't know that you are the one calling. Just try again."

I dialed his number...