"Bunkie," my bunk mates voiced pulled me out of my dreamless sleep. I almost grumbled, struggling with opening my eyes fully or ignoring her.

Again she called me the nickname given to people who share a bunk. I chose not to open my eyes but answered her. "What is it Kike?"

"Your phone is ringing,"

"Who is it?" I could place the sound of her voice was from above me but still chose to ask.

"I don't know, cannot see it. But the sound is distracting me." Sighing, I opened my eyes fully and pushed the makeshift curtain in front of my bed in order to reach the device on the ground where I left it to charge.

How was a phone on vibration making noise to disturb someone on the upper part of the bunk? The phone still rang on, I stared at the number unsure of who owned it but then answered. A mistake I knew I made the second I put the phone on my ear.

"Hello Fum Baby." Every trace of sleep left me in an instant as I sat up. I could not bring myself to end the call because of the warning I had been given.

"You are not going to end the call, are you?" He taunted knowing fully well I would not disobey his order. I breathed slowly, not so silent sobs in my throat. Because I had turned my view away from the room, I could not tell if my roommates watched me as they asked if I was alright.

"I said, you are not going to end the call, are you?"

He had began to demand for answers. I cleared my throat, "N-no I won't."

"That's a good girl, you're my good girl right?"

I bit my trembling lips. I hated this." Yes, yes I am."

"Really?" His tone told me he suspected me of something. I feared for what he thought I had done. "Because good girls don't disobey."

"I-i didn't, I haven't..." I was afraid to say the word out loud for fear that my roommates would be able to tell whats happening and what happened. But I was scared of him the most, scared he would carry out his threat.

"Are you sure? Because mummy told me you called her of recent."

"Yes, I promise you."

"You know our deal, you talk and she...gets it."

Oh God. A tear slid down my face. I had successfully avoided picking his calls because I had saved the number he used regularly. But now he got me and he savored his power over me.

I breathed fast and pressed my nails into my palm, "I-i promise you. I only called to find out how she was and ask for money." I told him the truth, although there was no need to lie, if I did he would see through it.

"Good girl." His sounded pleased but I knew it was with the fact that he could put so much fear into me to get me to do as he said.

"When are you coming?" He asked. I closed my eyes, shaking all over. The longer I talked to him, the more all the almost suppressed memories came back.

"A-after exams."

"Which is when?" Just as he spoke I heard a familiar voice from his side ask who he was on the phone with. I wished I could scream for her and she would know what is going on. But that would be stupid because the call was definitely loud enough for her to hear and they were alone together.

"Its Fumnanya, want to speak with her?" I sobbed silently, knowing what he was doing. The female agreed and the phone was given to her.

"Hello Destiny," I blinked rapidly and sniffed. I had to make sure my voice would not betray me.

"Mummy good evening."

"Are you alright?" It did.

There was no way I could tell her I was because I sounded like my voice had been heavy from crying even though I was yet to. "No, not really. I'm having cramps."

"Oh, okay. Make sure to take something and put hot water in bottle on your abdomen," she advised and I held back a sob.

"Alright."

"Did you still talk to your brother?"

I sniffed involuntarily, "Yes I did."

"That's good. I have to go take my bath now, I just stepped into the house." She ended before the phone was returned to the owner. I had not moved from the uncomfortable sitting position I was in. I could not feel the discomfort.

"My baby is a good girl," I was sure my mother was no longer close to where he was. I could imagine him on his favorite chair, no shirt and his hands twisting his chest hair continuously. I used my free hand to cover my mouth with hopes it would push down all the threatening sobs.

"Does my baby know I love her?" He asked, his voice still taunting.

"Yes." I managed to reply.

"Then my baby should say it to me."

Oh God. I wanted to scream, but I dared not. "I-i...I love you."

"Good girl. Now I have to go, but make sure you answer my call next time or else..." He threatened again. I could not find the voice to reply this time, but he pressed on. "And if you go against the deal, that's it. Make sure you come back after your exams or before then."

He bid me goodbye and ended the call. My heart beat extremely fast, my entire body shook from fear and I wanted to cry. I needed to talk to someone. I got off my bed and made my way out of the room with the roommates who were around consistently asking if anything was wrong. There was no way I could tell them what had happened. One, they would not understand and two he could know I had told on him. Although I had shared the story with Derrick before, I was sure he did not remember.

I found a spot underneath a tree close to the area where clothes were always hung. It was dark, therefore I would hardly been seen crying my soul out. The only person I could talk to was my brother but the time said it was a few minutes to ten which was past their lights out time. The only person to call was the other who had been told.

Please answer. I dialed my former boyfriends number, my lips quavered and because I left my glasses in the room, I could not see the faces of the girls that moved back and forth on the walkway. We did not have to be in a relationship to be friends right? I only needed someone who understood me to talk to. I needed to pour out the pain. I felt my throat about to burst with the cry I withheld. He did not answer the call. "Please, please, please." I chanted lowly as tears rushed down my cheeks. I tried again, there was still no response from him. Did he hate me that much? Did he really mean all that he had said?

I shivered from the impact of the wind that blew as I hurriedly searched for and dialed Olaimdes number. Hers also rang out. Again I tried, my hope running out with each ring. "Pl-lease," I said between sobs but I decided to call Jennifers line. She was my last hope. Hers was busy on another call. I sank deeper into the tree. Mosquitoes flew around me, making their famous sound but want they would do to me did not matter.

Was there no one I could talk to for two seconds? And then I would get myself together? My sight blurred as I scrolled through my contact list for anyone. But there was no one like that, I felt alone. I placed my right hand on my forehead and let the cry flow ceaselessly. Under the K contacts my eyes caught Kstar.

Kiishiju?

My hands shook as dialed his number. I couldn't think about the consequences of what I would do. His number rang three times before he picked up, his voice jovial and teasing as always but I did not let him speak for long before I cried to his ears.

"H-he's going to hurt her...and it'll be my fault. He's going to hurt her." Tears rushed out and I stammered. I could not stop the sob that came after. I dreaded the thoughts that followed with all he had done to me and my brother. He may have not said he would but the last time he thought I had told my mother he had broken my brothers hand in my presence.

"Calm down, calm down mermaid and talk to me," the boy saved as Kstar spoke gently.

"I-i am calm," more tears rushed down my face, my voice was on its way to being hoarse.

"No you are not." He paused briefly, "are you good to go out?"

"N-no," why would he ask me that? He definitely would never be able to understand me. I sobbed loudly.

"Yes,"He insisted. "Meet me outside of your hostel and then you'll tell me whos going to hurt who, okay?" I nodded like he could see me. I did not know why I agreed, all I knew was I needed to either have someone listen to me or have someone let me cry in their presence. I needed to feel the presence of somebody.

"Meet me in five minutes."

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Idk why, its just fun to type those.

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The chapter I mean?

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