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When you arrive back at the room, I am on the floor. Everything on the nightstand, including the phone, is all over the floor also. The look on my face is one that says "Oh Fuck, I am in trouble now." You set the food on the nightstand and walk around the room picking everything up. Everything that is, except for me. I can tell by the look on your face that I better not be the one to speak first. I opt to continue to wait until you speak first.
"Did you make your call?" you ask trying to maintain a calm tone.
"No, I didn't make any calls."
"Well then the only other conclusion that I can come up with, why I came back to this room in the condition it was in, is that you would rather sleep on the floor, if you weren't making a phone call." I know that I shouldn't argue with you, and now is probably not the best time so I keep quiet. "COME HERE!" you order rather loudly. I try to say "I can't" but the words are no sooner out of my mouth and I hear you bark out, "You can, and you will. If you can get yourself off the bed...you can get yourself over here, NOW."
I slide myself the best I can, across the floor, it takes a couple of minutes, but I make it to your feet. When I am in arms reach, you grab a handful of my hair pulling my face up to look at you and say "So bitch, which is it...you hope I don't get caught, or you're going to help get me caught!"
Quietly I speak "I don't want you to get caught."
"I don't believe you." Were the only words you said, before getting up and walking out the door? An hour later when you arrive back, you find me exactly where I was when you left; the only difference is you can tell that I have been crying.
Calmer now, you say "Are you hungry?" I nod my head yes, but dare not to say anything. "Speak up or go without."
"Yes please, I am hungry."