Trapped Inside
As Cheryl reached for her cellphone Adam snatched it out of her hand. “You’re not leaving,” he mutters, specks of saliva spitting from his mouth. “You’re not going anywhere.” His fists were clenched and he started to pace up and down the kitchen. Sat on the floor, Cheryl attempts to calm herself down, her breathing steady, her mind still focused. She had to think of a way to escape.