"Are they asleep now?" Billy asked, watching Phyllis walk back into the living room to sit on the couch.
"Yes, finally. Johnny was a bit difficult tonight, but I finally got him calmed down and they are both sleeping soundly now," Phyllis replied. She looked a little worried, and Billy could tell as she sat down and buried her forehead into the palm of her hand.
Billy took the spot on the couch right next to Phyllis and put his arm around her.
"Hey, babe, what's the matter? And don't say it's nothing, because I can see it in your eyes."
Billy glanced her in the eye, and Phyllis shed a single tear, which fell down her cheek and she tried to brush it away as quick as she could. He then held her close to him and kissed her repetitively on top of her head.
"You can tell me, baby. I'm here. Please tell me why you're so upset all of a sudden."
Phyllis was trying to explain, but she was crying way too hard. Billy began to rub her back and kept kissing her on her forehead, so she would try to calm down enough to tell him. After a few minutes, Phyllis had settled down and looked at Billy with dried tears resting on her eyes. Billy wiped them away for her and kissed her.
"Now baby, can you explain to me what happened?" asked Billy, holding Phyllis as close to him as he possibly could.
Phyllis took a few deep breaths, and then started letting it out.
"That bitch ex-wife of yours called me from the prison. First, she was screaming at me, telling me how horrible I was and that I was a whore and a piece of trash. I started to answer her back, but then, before I got one word out of my mouth, she says 'You better watch out, bitch. You're definitely getting yours - real soon.' I don't know what that means, babe, and I really don't wanna know. It scares the hell out of me. What if she has Ian Ward or some psycho escape from prison and come after me?"
And with that, Phyllis fell to the floor on her knees and began to shake like a leaf. Billy wrapped around her like a blanket covering up her pain. She was having a severe panic attack in Billy's arms. Her heart was tightening up into a knot, and her arms and legs were trembling like a tree branch in a night storm. She was gasping for air and rain from her eyes hit down hard on her shaken tree branch legs. She was in terrible shape.
Billy was attempting as much as he could to ease her pain, but it just wouldn't go away, and his eyes began to tear up as well, as he held a broken and wounded Phyllis close to him, under his comforting blanket. Suddenly, she drifted into a deep sleep after he calmed her.
Billy lifted a sleeping Phyllis up into his arms and carried her to their bedroom, laying her gently on her side of the bed, and covering her up snugly in their comforter. He whispered in her ear softly as she slept peacefully beside him.
"Baby, I'm not going to let Vic mess with you. Don't you worry sweetheart, I've got this. If Vic has someone try to hurt you, whether it be Ian or whoever, they'll have to go through me, your security guard, before they reach my queen's throne. I love you, babe." He stroked her hair gently and kissed her cheek before falling asleep along with her.