Until Tomorrow Comes

by Mikayla Christy

He nods, “Can you call the police?” I pull my phone out from my back pocket. His hands slip from my shoulders and without thinking, I’m reaching for him. “Where are you going?” I flinch at the sound of my own panic, but I’m too consumed with fear to worry further about that. “First, we’re going to get you in my truck and lock the doors while you stay on the phone with dispatch. Then, I’m gonna go get the gun from the safe inside of the front hall closet and check the house.” His tone is calm and firm, but my chest still tightens at the thought. Before I can say anything, he’s gathering me in his arms.

“That man ruined my life for two years! I’ve spent over half this year healing from the physical damage done by him, add in the psychological issues he left behind in his wake. He has my parents wrapped around his finger while I live in fear of him finding me.” She runs a hand through her hair. Thea and I both listen, not interrupting her and letting her get all this off her chest. “I haven’t spoken to my parents in almost seven months because they chose him over me. He literally made it so I had no one. No, he doesn’t get anything more from me.”