Forty-six

Stella POV.

“Hey,” I say through the phone, he answered even before the first beep, he’s been yelling in my head and I was trying to ignore it, good thing that I’m not that good with communication and with the distance that’s between us, it’s easier, I don’t hear him that loud anymore, but he’s still there yelling all angry and mad.

“Stella, I’m going to chain you down, I swear I’m putting you on a leash,” he yells at me through the phone, I flinched.

“Sorry Milo,” I say not sure what else to say, we’re in our third stolen car and we’re ready to drop this one and get a bus before we get home for dinner.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, when you get home you’re going to be extremely sorry,” he says in a firm voice and I flinch again, that doesn’t sound nice at all.

“Okay,” I mumble with fear.

“Where are you?” Milo asks me next, he had no idea where we are and he’s so mad at us already.

“We’re on our way back home,” I assure him, we’ll be there by dinner.

“Where are you Stella?” he