I sat in my crusting over bathroom, the phone clasped tightly in my hand. Chills ran down my spine at his face. He was out. He was finally here. The man I had been waiting for. The one who promised he would come back for me to bring me with him, saving me from the world I was currently living in. I just hoped that he still remembered and held strong to that promise. I wasn't sure how much longer I would last. Under these circumstances, I would say I only had one more year. I watched him walk free of the bars, walk away from all the shit that had gone down. He was out now, and looking better than ever.

Ronald Joseph Radke.

I had known him since his times on the streets. He had been the closest thing I had to family and when max came along the family grew. It was brilliant. At first that is. But as time went on and he got more absorbed in drugs, and his band I slowly began to fade into the background. I know he never meant to leave me like that. And he made sure I knew that before he went away. We had spent that one magical night together. He had visited the night before he went to jail. I had given him my most precious gift; I had known I wouldn't see him for a long time. The next day the cops had come. It was hard to see him being dragged away like that. It had almost torn me apart I may have ended my life if it hadn't have been for the life growing inside me. I had found out three months afterwards. I was pregnant with his child. I was so happy, and so was he. That is until, I lost it. I hadn't told him what had happened. He didn't know that I was living with my father again and that one night when he came home drunk he beat me worse than he ever had. I never told him that, that one boot to my gut was enough to put me in hospital for two days after the miscarriage. I had given up my bad habits of drugs for this baby. And now it was gone. I think Ronnie had been more torn up about it than me at the time. He hadn't spoken to me since…

But to see him leaving that cruel place was the best thing ever. I could only hope that the past that we shared would not hinder him coming to save me. For as I said I would be dead by the end of the year without him.

My Name is Samantha, but just call me Sam. I am an ordinary girl of 5,8 in height, I am curvy but slim because of the habit I restarted after the miscarriage to get me through. I have sickly pale skin and deep green eyes, black hair and a few tattoos that I got with Ronnie when he was free. And I have always loved Ronald Joseph Radke.

I smiled to myself as I saw him get into the car and drive off a free man. I turned the phone off and stuffed it into my bra to hide it from my father. I pushed up off of the now yellowing tiles in the bathroom and hesitated at the door listening for any sounds outside. It appeared to be quite. I slowly opened the door and crept out of the room. Heading for my room I heard a creek behind me. Spinning around I saw my dad standing there. By the dilated pupils and the glazed look, I knew he was hammered. I was in trouble. I ran to my room hearing the heavy pounding of his footsteps and my heart ringing in my eardrums. I slammed my bedroom door closed and locked it. Stumbling back to the corner of my room shaking and crying as the door shook under the fists. I knew that someday the door would give way and that then I would really be in trouble, I just hoped that Ronnie would come before then.

Sliding down the wall I pulled my knees to my chest in a feeble attempt to keep as much between me and the shaking door as possible. Tears ran down my face as I lent my head back against the wall.

Please Ronnie I need you. I mentally called to the only man I knew that could save me right now. Then again it did not know wether or not he would. I was shaking as I reached for my phone and scrolled down the page with all of the numbers on it. I saw his name and that photo of him. The last one I took, it was of him smiling so care free. Little did we know he would be locked away the next day. I looked at the number beside it. I highly doubted he had the same phone number after everything that happened. It seemed as though he wanted to distance himself from that time as much as he could so why would he keep the same number so people from the past could call him and start dredging up the past again.

I whimpered and lowered the phone and placed in on the floor beside me burying my face into my knees. I sat and waited for the banging to stop praying to god that the door would not cave under the force that was being forced onto it.

My body trembled and I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down to the phone again. The inner debate continued to wage inside my mind wether or not to even attempt to call. I mean even if he had the same number as before it doesn't necessarily mean that he would actually answer when I rang him. I mean I knew I wouldn't.

I shook my head and reached out and plucked up the phone. What was the worst that could happen? He doesn't answer? Or he does and gets angry? Not that I knew why he would. I sighed and pressed the little green phone button. Placing the cool plastic to my ear, I had to hold in a mildly shocked gasp as I heard the phone ring. I began to chew on my bottom lip a nervous habit I had picked up a while ago, as I waited for him answer.

As the phone continued to ring and I was giving up hope of him ever answering. the dial was cut short and I heard breathing on the other end. My insides froze as I heard it being answered. I gripped my arm tighter around myself and bit my lip harder making it bleed as the anticipation flooded my veins. My breath hitched and I found myself no longer able to breath as I waited tensely for any more sign of life from the other end of the line. That is when I heard it.

That voice rang out, so smooth yet raspy. That voice that could make me do anything it ever wanted me to. I would do anything and everything for this voice. For this man. I loved him.

" Hello Ronnie Speaking"