Promises or Lies (Darren Espanto)

Chapter 2

Skylar J.

I heard a noise sound from my phone for the billionth time this morning.

I yawned and reached for my phone that was sitting on the night stand. I turned it on and shielded my eyes as a bright light flashed from my phone. I turned away from the phone and waited for my eyes to adjust to the bright lights of the window that was currently opened.

After a couple a minutes, I turned back to my phone.

All the messages were from an unknown number. That was weird. How could anyone possibly get my number without me knowing?

I unlocked my phone and clicked on the messages. 105 unread text messages. This was crazy. My phone bill was definitely going to blow up this month.

I sat up in bed and yawned again as I scrolled all the way up to the first message.

I slowly read through all the messages in my half awake state and concluded that this was in fact a wrong number. All the messages sent consisted of either "I'm sorry," or "please give me a second chance," or "please forgive me."

I ditched my phone and went to go get ready for the day. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth before I changed into a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and pulled a few bracelets onto my wrist. I gave myself a once over before I went downstairs for breakfast.

"What's it gonna be this morning?" I asked as I sat down at the table.

"Pancakes," Annalisa said as she placed a plate of pancakes down in front of me.

Annalisa was my nanny and she had been taking care of me ever since I was a few months old. She was pretty much the mother I never had.

Well, I technically did have a mother, but she was always working and she was always out on business trips, but that was alright because Annalisa made up for that.

"Thanks, Lisa, these are great," I said as I drizzled more syrup onto my pancakes. I cut my pancakes up into smaller pieces and popped another piece into my mouth.

I sighed. "Here's to another lonely breakfast," I muttered as I took a sip of my orange juice.

I finished up the rest of my breakfast and placed the plate into the sink for Lisa to wash later.

I sat down on the couch and turned on the tv, flipping it to my favourite channel.

I propped my feet up onto the coffee table and took out my phone.

There were ten new messages flashing across my screen.

"I know you can see my messages," one of them read. Shit, I forgot to turn my read script off, now this creep stalker new that I read his messages.

I quickly fixed that by going in to my settings and turning it off.

"Skylar, I know you're there."

Great. Now the stalker new my name. I turned my phone off and slid it between the couch cushions, hoping that that would make him/her go away and stop annoying me.

It didn't work. When I turned my phone back on two hours later, there were over 300 messages waiting for my to respond to. Most of them consisted of my name. 

I sighed and stood up from the couch. If this person was going to stalk me and get my number somehow, I'd do it right back at him.

"Lisa," I called up the stairs as I slowly started to climb the stairs.

"In the office," she called back.

The office was all the way back downstairs. I groaned and descended the stairs two at a time. I missed the last step and fell face first onto the ground. I sighed and got back up off the floor.