SEVENTY SEVEN

I feel a sudden shortness of breath, and my legs wobble as fear consumes me. My eyes scan the room, trying to find a place to hide. The desk next to the window catches my sight, and I dash toward it before hiding behind it.

My hands shaking, I take out my phone from my pocket and dial Prince number. I wait for him to pick up the call, my lips trembling.

" Cheska," comes his masculine voice, the sound of loud music in the club and people laughing next to him echoing in the background.

"Prince," I stutter. For the first time in my life, I'm experiencing the moment when I find it difficult even just to utter a single word. I'm so frightened.

" Hold on a second," he says, and the sound of deep thumping music and laughter in the background start to fade out. I assume that he's walking out of the club, because it must be difficult to hear my voice with all the loudness in there. I know that he's outside when I hear him push through the door.

"Prince," I choke in tears. "S-someone ... So