After my argument with Marcel, I sat in my car and cried. And I don't know how long I sat there and cried before I finally pulled off. I knew I was going to be crying a lot more tonight so I went to get comfort food it in my case enough greasy good to kill me.
I sat in my bed stuffing my face, listening to Tony Braxton's Unbreak My Heart on repeat, and watching Best Man Holiday. It was definitely not a pretty site. I was ugly crying already because of Marcel. I'm sure I looked a zombie.
I was nearing the end of the movie when my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar. I contemplated answering because I usually don't answer unknown or unsaved numbers. Deciding that it wouldn't hurt to answer, I slid the bar across to answer.
I didn't hear anyone talking. There was shuffling and moving heard. It sounded as if someone was running but I could hear more than one person breathing. Then I heard it. I heard the sound of someone cocking a gun.
Who would call me and do this? If this was an attempt to scare me it definitely worked.
I snatched the phone from my ear and ran to dad's room. Since we share an adjoined suite I didn't have to run far. He was asleep in his bed. Not caring if I woke him, I jumped in his bed making him jump awake.
"Dad, there was something on my phone. A gun." I said crying.
I'm pretty sure he couldn't understand what I was saying since I was so distraught. I literally hiccuped every word except for dad. He sat up in the bed and grabbed the phone that I was shoving in his face.
"Who is this?" Dad says into the phone.
"Hello. Is anyone there? Hello?"
He pulls the phone from his ear and disconnects the call. He then attempts to soothe me as I cry hysterically. I'm normally not a cryer. I would push everything to the side and not think about it to avoud crying. Now that I'm with child, I'm such a cry baby.
"Riles it was more than likely a prank caller. There's no need to get all worked up over it. Come on so we can get you back to bed. Forget about it okay." Dad says.
He walks me back into my room and stays with me for a little while. After he left my room, I couldn't help but look at the number again. I don't know how long I stared at the number before deciding to call it back. I was beyond scared. A murderer could have answered.
I was relieved when the voicemail came on. I was hoping that the voicemail would give me some clue of who the caller was. Unfortunately, it was all automated. I sigh defeated and just lay down. I had to go back home tomorrow so I definitely needed to get some rest.
Sleep did not come to me. I tried everything. Warm milk, hot bath, watching more television; nothing worked. I had a really bad feeling. I knee something was wrong but I didn't know what it was.
Morning came and I had been calling the number all night in hopes that someone would answer but no one ever did. Dad and I had breakfast as usual. Neither of us spoke about the phone call. I wanted to speak with Marcel again but I told him that if he didn't want to apart of the baby's life, I wouldn't bother him again.
He did want to be a part of the baby's life though.
Maybe I can talk to him one more time. Surely he won't be upset if I try to reason with him one last time. It can be out goodbye. Yeah. I'll go to him one last time.
"Dad, I'm going to meet you at the airport. I want to speak with Marcel one more time. You know, to say goodbye."
"Are you sure Riles? I can go with you if you want." Dad offers.
