In My Desperate Time

He calls Frances Louis and I can hear the other side of the phone clearly.

No body answers.

“Fuck! Why nobody answers?” Frank Noyes keeps calling.

Then the phone is picked up.

“Hello? Who is it?”

It’s a woman who answers the phone.

I remember this voice.

Whitney Jordan

Is Frances Louis staying with Whitney Jordan?

“Are you Fran…”

Before Frank Noyes could finish, I grab the phone and throw it out the window.

In any case, I can’t let Whitney Jordan know about my relationship with Frances Louis.

Or, Frances Louis won’t let me go.

bitch, give me money! Make Frances Louis give me money, or I'll stab you to

back to Frank Noyes, I couldn't see

says really sends a chill down my spine.

wants to stab

I have money, but I left it at the hospital.

close to my neck and it could have cut through my skin at any moment. All I could do is try to calm Frank Noyes down and keep him

Frank Noyes sniffling. I feel as if a slimy liquid has dripped onto my shoulder. Thinking of Frank Noyes's movements, it must be his snot coming down on me.

control their bodies nor consciousness.

Go, go to the hospital and

give

out of his mind. He still remembers to put the knife down on my waist.

get into the taxi. Frank Noyes sits next to me,

send out a distress signal to the driver, but I am afraid that I could not speak as fast as Frank Noyes's

addict will do everything to get

place where Susan Felton

when I haven't

arrives at the hospital quickly.

get out of the taxi together and come to the ward.

they had fights before,

now the true love stands out in

the true love away rather

is money! Give me

yells at me, not looking