Dear Apollo

CHAPTER 2: A Letter to You

Chapter 2: A Letter to You

"Why did you call me?"

"Why didn't you answer my calls?!" Venice asked, the irritation evident in her voice.

"Jesus, Venice. I was out with a friend! I texted you that before I left the house. I was busy."

"Text? What text? I didn't receive a single text nor call from you." She retorted, " -I called all of your friends! They didn't know shit about where you went!" Her voice was blaring through the speaker, I had to hold it farther from my ear.

"Who were you with." She asked me, yet it was more of a statement rather than a question. A long quiet pause blanketed us, for a minute I thought she hung up, but my screen said otherwise.

"Hello? Fucking answer me, Apollo." She said, "-who were you with?"

I took a deep breath. I didn't mean to scream at her like that, nor do I want to provoke her any more.

"I was with Nikolai, we met and he gave me something." I said, offering her the softest tone my voice has ever had.

"Your ex?" She asked, quietly.

Thank God.

"Yeah."

The lack of sound overtook our conversation once again, then she started laughing.

It was a dry laugh, a humorless one.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You met up with your ex that broke up with you? Are you serious right now?" She laughed spitefully.

"Venice I'm driving right now. Let's talk at home." I pleaded, trying not to show the exasperation in my tone.

"Oh, so now you're trying to get out of this." She yelled, "You know what? Fine. Lets fucking talk when you get over here."

She hung up, the screaming finally gone for good. I sighed, and kept my eyes on the road as I put the phone down on the dashboard. My ears were ringing at that point.

Fuck. I shouldn't have gone.

I should have known Venice would be upset. And she'll be even more upset if I take too long.

I sped through the road, exceeding the speed limit. Our apartment complex slowly got larger as I drove. Once I arrived, I pulled into the parking lot and quickly got out, making sure to take the box with me.

I ran into the elevator, twisting and turning through the hallways, finally reaching our apartment door. I slipped my shoes off upon entering, Venice was sitting on the couch. Staring right back at me, her arms folded.

"What took you so fucking long?" She asked.

"Venice, believe me. I drove here as fast as I could."

"What's that in your hand? Is this what Nikolai gave you?" She disregarded my response, and walked over to me. Snatching the box right out of my hands.

"Venice please-"

"Is this what you fucking ghosted me for?" She held up the box, looking at me furiously.

"It's not like that, Venice."

"I can't believe you." She shoved the box into my chest, I quickly caught it with my hands out of caution that it might fall. I watched as Venice walked out of the room and went to bed, slamming the door behind her. At that moment I knew I was sleeping on the couch tonight.

I took a deep breath as I sat on the couch Venice just got up from. I stared at the box in my hands, contemplating my decision to meet with Nikolai.

I should have expected Venice would be upset. The idea of your partner meeting with their ex wouldn't sound too good to anyone's ears.