Friends with benefits.
Humph.
Way to stick to your guns, Reeves.
Step.
There it is again.
Step.
I dig my fingers into my stuffed bunny.
Step. The jingle of Rex’s collar.
Don’t make a sound.
Step.
Don’t move.
Step.
My tummy hurts. I want to throw up.
Step.
Mommy. Come home. Please.
Step.
I can hear him breathing. I know if I open my eyes he will be standing there with his shoulder against the wall, watching me. Waiting.
I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter.
Please, God. If you make him go away, I promise to be a good girl from now on.
Step.
I promise not to sneak the M&M’s hidden in the back of the pantry.
Step.
I swear I won’t talk back and will make my bed every day.
Step.
Pretty please, God. I mean it this time.
The bed dips beneath me. His breath hits my face. The cold metal brushes against my arm.
I know what comes next.
“Emmy.”
I want to throw up.
He moves my hair from my face.