It’s the second time since we pulled out of their driveway. I look over and see her staring out the window, completely ignoring the call. “Give it to me. I’ll look and see who it is.” “Why? It’s just him again.” I know she’s more than likely right, but I hate that she is too scared to even look. “Brandon checking in?” He’s been calling nearly every day since he came back to the states. Julie cherishes those phone calls, so I’d hate for her to miss one because of that dick. She lets out a tired sigh and pulls it from her purse. Looking down, she turns the phone off. “I told you it was him.” Shit, twice in three hours. There’s no telling how many times the asshole has called Bethany. She turned her phone off as soon as we walked through Mack and Angie’s door. A few minutes later, I heard her telling Julie that she wasn’t going to let Dean ruin the first real Christmas she has ever had.
