Crazy Love

Chapter Four: Premonition

Crazy Love

Chapter Four: Premonition

The weekend equals hurt. Well, this particular weekend. My head hurts, my body hurts, and deep inside me there’s this hurt that won’t seem to go away, no matter how much water I drink and how much aspirin I take.On Saturday, my mom’s on call the whole weekend and I’ve seen her walk in the front door, grab a granola bar, and walk right out about four times.

My dad’s at work too. Tyler’s with him at the college, and Jenna is at her boyfriend Liam’s house.

It seems the heroine in this story is currently alone again, sitting on the couch in front of the TV, trying to ignore the occasional throb from my meninges that just keeps reminding me of my horrifying night.

I cringe, thinking about my “conversation” with Quinn.

If you want to ask me why I did what I did that night after Quinn said he loved me, I couldn’t tell you. I guess it was like Lily said, I craved the familiarity of Ian.

Quinn was new, interesting and that scared me.

I remember when I was standing on that sidewalk in the rain, right as Ian’s truck pulled up. When I looked back, Quinn was running out to the sidewalk.

He saw me, and I looked at him. And then I looked at Ian through the car window and his small smile was kind, his eyes begging me to come back. 

Ian's car was warm, familiar, and everything about it was something I was used to. Something that wouldn’t surprise me.

I climbed in, not looking back at Quinn.

Not looking back….  I snap out of it and look back at the TV where a couple are making out passionately. I throw a piece of popcorn at them and shove another handful in my mouth.

Idly I walk back to my room and sit on my bed. My phone is on my bedside table and I see the screen lit up with a little digital message that tells me I haveseven text messages and three missed calls, all with voicemail messages.

When I look at them, It’s about 99.9% Ian and .1% Lily.

Hey are you okay? Lily.    

 And then Ian:Violet I’m so sorry about last night.

I feel like an idiotI

I got in a fight with my dad so I got drunk

I’m so sorry, please talk to me.

I miss you.

Please I can’t stand having you mad at me.         

The voicemails say about the same thing. For about two full minutes I stare at the tiny little callback button on the screen of my phone.

Do I do it? 

  His dad isa jackass, and Ian always got in fights with him when we were dating. I know Ian is telling the truth about being upset so he got drunk because Ian doesn’t lie.

How come I can have so much faith in Ian but not Quinn?

 Because I know Ian. I know him. He loves watching basketball. His favorite color is orange he loves apples and bananas but hates kiwi because its furry. His mom died when he was six. His dad works late and is always cranky. He wants to study law.

The list goes on and on so I hit the button.         

“Violet?” He answers on the first ring.  “Yeah, its me.” I reply.