a heart's end

Sixteen

    Anaelle

    Tybalt called Saturday in the middle of the day.

    But don't let me get ahead of myself. When I went back to my dorm, all depressed and sad that Saturday morning after leaving Monty in the parking lot, Donte had been long gone. Abbaline told me he left without a word, only a slam of the door. After I hearing that, I tried to sleep as much as I could, but little sleep came. Only once I crawled into Montgomery's bed did sleep swallow me for a couple hours.

    I really don't know why I came to his bed, and not my boyfriend's. It wasn't even dark outside anymore. I don't know why something told me to do it, and I don't know why sleep came so easily with his body heat radiating off of mine. I feel something weird with him, something wired. Nobody likes me or cares to know my name but him in this strange new city. It's a feeling that's not mutual, I care to little and he cares to much.

After what felt like hours I crawled out of his bed and slipped out the door, his body still breathing heavily. I had no idea what time it was and I didn't care to check my phone in my back pocket until it started buzzing uncontrollably. And unknown number popped up on the screen and I answered it hesitantly.

"Hello?"

"Hey. Its uh, Ty."

"How did you get my number?"

"Jon gave it to me."

"How did Jon get my number?" I thought about how Donte could've given Jon my number, since they are roommates. It's not like he wouldn't need it.

"Anyway," he said, ignoring my question. "I was wanting to see it you wanted to grab lunch with me sometime."

I rolled my eyes. Seriously? "No way." I hung up on him and put my phone in my back pocket. What a thing to ask, the last time I even spoke to him was at Daisy's and he knew I had a boyfriend. But honestly that fact hasn't been stopping me lately.

    I had a mission in my mind as I walked through the hallways of the boy's dormitory that didn't involve anyone but Donte. I ran my hand through my greasy hair and decided I was to take a shower first.

    On the way to my dorm room my phone was buzzing in my back pocket once more. I whipped it out and slid the screen without looking at the caller ID.

    "Tybalt for the last time I said no."

    "Who is Tybalt?" A naturally shrill voice came through the other line. Nasally and disgusting.

    "Mother...hello."

    "Hello, daughter. Long time no talk to, huh? I honestly didn't expect anything less. You act like you can just move away and forget you even had parents." I stifled a laugh. Only she would practically answer the phone like that.

    "I haven't tried contacting you because the last time I did, a got hung up on very briefly. The phone works both ways." I noticed how I talk normally and how I talk to my mother are two different voices. I am very stiff when talking with my mother. Very controlled. However, talking to one of my friends like Monty, I can be as relaxed as I want to be. It's a very steep difference and one that I've been practicing since I could talk. You could not talk to my mother like a normal person because in her sick mind she isn't a normal person. She is above normalcy, much superior to her peers.

    "Well, Anaelle, you know I'm busy."

     "Well, Mother, so am I." A long pause came from the phone. Long enough that I had to check and see if she hung up on me again.