I am Widow

Chapter 25

I take a deep breathe as I begin to dial his number. My hands are shaky and kind of sweating. I am pretty nervous and anxious.

Three rings later: “Hello?” it's him.

“Hi, it's me Widow.”

He takes seconds to reply. “Hey.”

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

“is your health well?”

He takes a deep breath, “Yeah, it's good.”

Okay, something is wrong. I can feel it in my guts.

“you are lying.”

He sounds so surprise, “What? I am not.”

“Then?”

He chuckles, “you are the liar.”

What? I never lied about anything to him.

“You said you didn’t love Jackson.”

“I didn’t say I hated him either.” I whisper.

“you are a bitch you know that? So you into Paul now? Or is it your “friend” Lucas?”

My heart feels like if it took a punch.

“What?!”

“What? You don’t remember him either? Like me?” his voice sounds so angry.

“I never forgotten you. Yes, I haven’t called but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

“yeah right.”

Okay, he is being a jerk.

“Well what about you? You never called or texted me either! I guess you also forgot about me.”

“I couldn’t call you...” his voice is back to normal.

“why? Cause your daddy didn’t allow you to? Or because you were soaked in your own anger that you didn’t even want to hear my voice?!”

“You alone?” he suddenly asks.

“What kind of question is that?”

“just answer it.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Give me the address. I show why I couldn’t call.”

Okay, that worries me a lot.

“what happen?” I ask.

“I show you. It will be better if you see.”

I give him the address.

My chest felt agony and anxiety until he comes.

“Come in.” I say as I opened the door. He has a black hoodie and dark blue jeans with boots.

“Aren’t you cold?” I ask.

“nope, I like this weather.”

I point to my room, “We can talk in there.”

He just nods and follows me to the room.  I wait for him to settle down on my bed. He sits on the right corner of my bed. I sit next to him and look at him. His skin looked so pale, his hair is shorter than usual, and he looks skinnier.

“I got an operation.” he simply says.

“for what?”

“Just,"

“Just? What a doctor decided to just cut you open and for nothing? Tell me.”

He turna around to see me, and he pulls  his hood off. I see a crooked line marked on the side of his head. His hair is barely visible in that spot.