The Memory

Part 11

I pulled myself out of her grip. "Marcie won't tell anyone, even if I do decide to tell her your secret. Which, I won't. Even if I do, she won't believe me. Jake and I always used to pull tricks on her." She seemed to let her breath out a little more. "Besides, what does it matter if she tells? You won't get caught. You'll just run away again."

I slammed open the closet door to find Marcie pacing in between the bed and the desk, biting her nails. I grabbed her shoulders. "What is wrong with you? " I pulled her fingernails out of her mouth and looked into her eyes. She held out her phone to me. I took it from her and Astora pushed past me to the door. I shook my head and looked at Marcie's phone. Then my eyes widened.

I held up the phone. "You're pacing because you have a missed call?!" She sighed. "Amie, look at the caller ID. I don't know that phone number, but I think you might." I sighed and rolled my eyes before looking down at the caller ID. I threw the phone on the floor and scrambled onto the bed. "Aren't you afraid he can track your phone if he has your number?!" She gave me a sarcastic look and rolled her eyes. "No dip, sherlock! Why else would I be pacing!?"

I looked back down at the phone and almost bravely stood up off the bed and picked it back up. "I haven't seen him since he moved. Do you maybe think he's changed?" I looked back at the caller ID. It said, "DAMEIN"