Sariah is strategic.
She has a religion. She follows rules. She knows what she wants. After finishing high school, she graduated in the top five percent of her class at university and is now embarking on her newest, most exciting journey; working...
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Chapter 10
Tuesday morning, it's business as usual. A full day of work ahead of me and I couldn't be anymore excited.
Not.
I should be turning in to work at 8:30am but it's now 7am and I'm still in bed. And I really don't want to get out. And, as much as I don't want to, I must.
With a surge of determination, I sat up but quickly laid back down with a groan as I realised I hadn't washed my hair as planned. And given the time, I'm not sure I'll be able to. I'll have no choice but to do it tonight or tomorrow given the time constraint.
I tore myself from bed, much to my displeasure, quickly took a shower and applied a little make-up to my eyes in case my breakdown from yesterday left any dark circles or bags.
As I was assessing my attire, my phone rang in my purse. I glanced at the caller and saw an unknown number but hadn't given much thought to whom it may be.
"Good Morning, this is Sariah speaking."
There was a pause before the person took a deep breath.
"It's so refreshing to hear your voice, my dear." I froze on the spot, my purse slipping from my grasp and hitting the floor with a thud. I dared not breathe, much less answer when I heard her voice.
"Honey, are you there?" she asked. My breath hitched in disbelief as I realised this wasn't a hallucination or a dream. Th-the audacity of this woman! I can't believe she called my phone and is speaking to me almost as if we're, God forbid, best-friends!
I don't answer, not that I'm planning to. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to hang up.
"Sariah?"she called out.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as a tear slid down my cheeks. I don't want to be doing this right now. I've gone years, years without seeing or speaking to her and I'm at a good place in my life right now. The horrible place in my life I'd dug myself from isn't one I plan to visit ever again.
"Sariah honey, I know you are there."
I squeezed my eyes shut, the beginning of a panic attack taking over my nervous system.
"Sariah..."
"H-how did you g-get my number?" I stuttered out.
"O honey, don't get mad but Singh gave it to me."
Don't get mad? No, I'm just peachy. I mean, who would be pissed if their brother, the only person they trust dearly, gave a lying, heartless prick who calls herself mother their number? No reasonable person, apparently.
"Mom, this isn't a good time." Never a good time for you, I wanted to add but refrained.
"That's okay darling. Could you return my call soon?' she asked.
