15. Mine to do as I please

A smile made its way to my lips. I immediately stood up from my seat, expecting him to give me the phone so that I could make the call.

He disappeared somewhere and, in a minute, came back with my phone. He gave it to me and sat on the edge of the bed.

With trembling fingers, I switched on the phone. But just as I was about to press the call button, he tugged me back onto his lap.

I am not getting his obsession with making me sit on his lap.

His eyes were still heavy, and it seemed like he was doing his best to keep them open. It would be best in my interest if he just slept.

"Call before I decide to take away the privilege," he said as he kept his chin on my shoulder, his breath fanning my skin. "And I dare you to say anything unnecessarily, and the next thing you will hear will be their painful cries," he warned me.

Though I wasn't comfortable in his lap or with him being so close to me like every other time, he didn't leave me with any other option.

I dialed my mother's number, and