D for Depression

Chapter 45: Denial is a river

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''The subscriber you have dialed is unavailable please leave a message after the-''

Fuck off.

Throwing the phone away I lean against my vanity in exhaustion. It's been hours. Fucking hours of calling with no reply. The man has gone radio silent since this morning and it takes everything in me to not jump in the first cab I can find and go straight to his place for a re-match of the last fight we had.

Breath Daphne.

So what if the last time he disappeared someone had put a bullet through his shoulder? It doesn't mean that history will repeat itself. He is probably busy.

Busy with running a gang as the right hand of a drug dealer.

Okay now I am panicking.

Inhaling a deep breath I open my eyes, coming face to face with my reflection. Well at least I look better than how I feel.

Sharp eyeliner, sparkles in the corner of my eyes, rosy cheeks and perfectly straightened hair. A pair of high waisted jeans hugging my bottom, accompanied by a black corset at the top that emphasizes my waist and pushes up my chest. The dark fabric coming in contrast with my pale skin, a small bow right in the middle of my breasts, giving an innocent but sexy look. One that I would love for Jackson to see if he wasn't being a dick right now.

My phone buzzing has my attention turn swiftly, but the moment I see it's simply Zoey and not the ass I am in love with, the anxious feeling I had before crips again.

''Hey.'' I answer, picking a bag from my closet.

''Hey babe. Are you ready yet? We are pulling over in ten.''

''Yeah, I'll say good night to my mom and meet you guys outside.''

''Okay see you in a few. You better have your party pants on! It's going to be soooo fun.''

''Sounds like someone had a pre-game party.'' I reply, chuckling.

''You know I can't enjoy a night without two tequila shots to begin with.''

I hear mumbles from the other side of the line and I recognise Josh's voice correcting her over the sound of the radio.''You had three shots and you already sucked me off. You need to chill otherwise I am getting your ass back before you set a foot at the party.''

''Piss off Josh. Daphne baby I'll see you in a few.''

I hum, whispering a small okay and rush to end the call. That was awkward. I have almost forgotten about the fact that Zoey was hooking up with her roommate. Her very much gay roommate? While being in love with our professor. See Daphne, others are fucked up too.

Taking a last look in the mirror, I promise myself this will be the last one for the day and I will fully enjoy my night after that. I won't even think about it again. Yeah. I won't.

With that thought in my mind, I open our text chain and type a short message telling him I will be out with my friends for the night. I wait for a reply, but as a couple of minutes pass and I don't see the three bullets anywhere on my screen, I put the phone away. Jackass.

*

My mom is sitting comfortably on our couch, a glass of wine in her hand while Casablanca plays on the screen. I stand in the doorway, watching for a couple of minutes immersed by the movie. It's been a while since I've seen it. A classic, favourite of both my parents.