In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 88

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.

“Jane Noyes, you bitch, give me money! Make Frances Louis give me money, or I'll stab you to death!”

With my back to Frank Noyes, I couldn't see his face.

But what he says really sends a chill down my spine.

It's ridiculous that my own brother wants to stab me to death.

I force myself to calm down and tell Frank Noyes softly, “Frank, listen to me, don't be impulse. I have money, but I left it at the hospital. You can go to the hospital with me to get it. I will give you a lot of money.”

The knife is 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 from doing anything impulsive.

Behind me comes the sound of 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.

Gross! Drug addicts can’t control their bodies nor consciousness.

“I'll kill you if you dare to lie to me! Go, go to the hospital and give me all your money! I will buy a lot of drugs from Big Head!”

“All right! I will give you all my money!”

Frank Noyes walks me out. He isn't completely out of his mind. He still remembers to put the knife down on my waist.

We get into the taxi. Frank Noyes sits next to me, like a couple stuck together.

I am afraid that Frank Noyes would suddenly go crazy and attack my father. I say to him, “Dad, Mom's saline solution is almost finished. Go and tell the doctor.”

My father takes a look at my mother and then goes out.

“The purse is on the night table.”

I point at the purse. Frank Noyes rushes over like a hungry wolf.

I don’t have time to care about my money, so I quickly wink at the patient's family next to me and whisper to him with my lips, “911.”

The man understands what I mean. He stands up and goes out.

I hope he is calling the police.

“Fuck! Only two hundred dollars?! You work at a great company, that’s what you have? Two hundred dollars?!”

Frank Noyes opens my purse and turns to glare at me.

“I haven't had time to get the money. It's all in my bank card.”

I say calmly.

All I need to do now is to gain time.