CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN TRAPPED AND CONTROLLED..

~MAE~ Truly, I was left with less than nineteen minutes, and I knew deep down that it was an opportunity for me to grab. The first person I could think of was George, and without hesitation, I went over to my call logs and dialed his number. I waited in both anticipation and excitement, wanting to hear George's voice. I felt butterflies moving in my tummy as I kept calling his number. Heaven could testify; I'd been dying to speak to him for a couple of days now, so having the opportunity was something I wasn't ready to miss. I dialed the number several times, but to my surprise, he didn't pick up. My breathing gradually became heavy as numerous thoughts began flooding my mind. Had Frank hurt him? Come to think of it.. he gave me the phone without any arguments. Did he give it to me because he knew George wasn't going to pick it up? I began shivering like I'd caught a flu as I remembered how cruel and desperate Frank sounded during the phone call – when he was telling the calle