Desire

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"Harold, Harold, who the hell is

Harold?" I thought. It finally came to me, Harold was one of the men that I met while in Miami, but what would he want with me? How would he have even gotten my number? I decided to send a text to the phone.

"Mr. Harold, is everything okay?"

I waited for a response and got nothing. I brushed the situation off and finished my lunch. I decided to take a shower and get back in bed for a nap. I had started to doze and was awakened by a text notification.

Harold replied

"Meet me tonight if you can."

I sat in deep thought. "Meet him for what? What could he want? Was this Frank?" So many questions.

I decided to not respond. Another text came.

"Are you there?"

I still said nothing. I started to get scared. I ran through the house to make sure all of my windows and doors were locked.

Another text came.

"Let me help you. Meet me at The Traveler's Cafe in Courtsville at 9p.m!"

Courtsville was a little outside town an hour away. I was scared but figured I had nothing to lose. I text back,

"I'll be there."

I thought of all the possibilities of meeting up but they didn't outweigh my curiosity. "What was Harold helping me with and WHY would he help me?"

I went to the bedroom closet and grabbed my gun and loaded the clip. If Frank was plotting against me, I'd be more prepared this time.

It was 7:43p.m, and I decided to leave so I could gas up and be on time.

I pulled up to the cafe and wanted to turn around. It was dark out, and I was terrified. I cranked my car up and received a text

"Don't leave. Come to the table in the back."

I hesitantly got out and went into the restaurant, I spotted Harold at the table furthest in the back. He was dressed in an all black hoodie facing the wall. I approached the table,

"Harold?"

"Roberta?!"