Call Of Fear

His hand lifts up, stroking my cheek. I try to get my phone out of my pocket without him noticing. How am I going to get help? I don’t know. The last person I spoke to on the phone… my mind is trying to remember.

If I click the call button twice, it will call them, but who was it? Trying to think back, I remember Marcus calling me, saying he and Jackson were setting off. 

Pressing the call button twice, I pray he answers, that he can hear and understand, and that he will then call Jackson and get me some sort of help.

“Just leave it, Jake. I am married, I have kids. Let me out of the office.” I try walking past him. His body moves again, pushing me back. I hope Marcus has answered. 

“Jake, enough, move out my way, or I swear, when I am out of here, I am calling the police.” Moving around him again, he moves, his body not just blocking me but pushing me back towards a corner. 

I am done for. There is no way I can get past him; lo