“It’s going to be okay,” I say.
“No,” Sean says. A tear escapes his left eye and slides down to his chin. “It’s not.” He walks around behind me and grabs my wrists. “I don’t want to do this.” He lets out a choked cry. “Please just know that I really, really don’t want to!”
He pushes me forward and wrenches both my arms behind my back. I try to pull away. I can’t.
“What are you doing?” I say.
I feel something being wrapped around my wrists and tied tight to the back of the chair. His belt I think. “Don’t go anywhere,” Sean says, as though I actually could. And then he is out the door, running through the parking lot. I pull against the belt as hard as I can. “Help!” I shout. “HELP!” But no one comes.
Sean’s phone starts vibrating again on the desk. I lean over and with my chin, I knock the phone to the floor where it continues to vibrate. I stretch out my leg, pull the phone toward me with my foot, and flip it open with my toe. “HELP!” I shout toward the phone. I look down, pray it’s Unavailable calling again, but there on the screen is a random number I don’t recognize. “Hello?” I hear a faint voice coming through the phone. “Hello?” The voice calls again. My heart explodes in my chest. Is this…Could it really be…
Sean is back, I kick the open phone under the desk just as he enters the room.