Chapter 7: Calling an old friend

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Suddenly a bright idea smashed my head through the wall like it was an intense one,

but no it's just a normal idea of mine.

I was thinking of Bevila Evilyn after her return from Slovakia 2 years ago, but my guts are telling me that I must not disturb her after that incident back in Bratislava.

But I pull myself together and think about my little sister.

For about 1 month now, she kept on saying she's a big girl.

I told Lia what she's suppose to do when a robber comes in our house.

It would be insane to you if I told instructions to a little girl at the age of 3

But anyways here I go, I'm going to call Bev.

As the phone rang, she answered

"Hello? Yes, Dylan?"

"Bevila," I said "Can you do me a BIG favor please?"

I was nervous, my hand started shaking while holding the phone close to my ear

"What is it?" She asked

"I know you've been resting,"

"and I'm sorry to disturb you. But can you take care of my little sister Lia?" I asked her with a stuttering voice

What if she gets mad at me for disturbing me after the incident 2 years ago?

Or am I just paranoid?

"Alright Dylan, where is your house at again? I'm sorry for forgetting it since y'know,"

" I have so many problems about my work-at-home thing." Bevila just sighed and look disappointed in herself

"No Bev, you tried your best just---" I was struggling with my words then I just decided to tell her the address then she hung up

After that I called Veronicah's number again and kept on adding her in my contacts but nothing worked.

I feel another wave of anxiety and made me drown, but this wave is a massive tsunami.

I start over-thinking until the door bell rang a few minutes later and I opened it expecting it was Bevila but no,

It was Derrick my co-worker.

"Duuuude where have you been? Boss has been looking for you! You're SUPER DUPER late for work--"

"I know, I know! Just tell him to give me a few more minutes" I said, but all I can think about is Veronicah after the tsunami of worry and anxiety drowned me a million times.

Gosh, I'm seriously missing her smile and her voice.

But what If she left me and used me
for---

I sighed and started over-thinking,

Over and OVER and OVER again.


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