I cringed away from the phone lying on the coffee table.
It wasn't anything spacial. In fact, it was more or less plain and simple. Hot pink as it was, there was nothing in it that would cause me to flinch from it. At least, that would have been what a watching soul would have assumed.
About half an hour had passed since Beth had left the object there saying i needed to phone him and talk. She didn't seem to understand that talking to him was the furthest thing on my mind, if it was there at all.
In fact, the thought hadn't even occurred to me until she so kindly decided to bring it up.
The people around me were starting to make their way out of the door into the backyard, away from the warmth and into the December chill. I had zoned out, never taking my eyes of the small pink device as I sat there obliviouse to what was happening around me.
It was like that since the beginning of the night, even before Beth ruined it completely by giving me the phone.
I had never wanted to attend this "small gathering" as my mother had called it on the phone.
She had told me that "few" people were invited and it was mostly just "friends and family" and that it would be good for my "health".
I couldn't argue with her logic on that.
Ever since the day the divorce was finalised, i looked unhealthy even to myself. I had lost incredible amount of weight. My cheeks were hollow and the dark cirlcles turned into purple bruises.
Work had become more frustrating than ever. All the staff had started asking me if i was okay. The students seemed to be shrinking back too as soon as they realised that I wasnt the laid back teacher they knew anymore.
My headaches had increased and work only made it worst. My mother all but forced me to come back home for Christmas as she was hostng this " small gathering".
Even then, I knew that this would be no small house party. My mother didn't do small house parties.
Everything she did had to be analyzed and recorded. It had to be big and eye catching, so mind blowing that everyone involved would never forget.
This party was exactly like that. She had probably invited her entire office, and everyone from my father's office as well. She just couldn't do a simple stuff.
The fuss my mother had made over that one phone call would stop me from getting on her bad side for about a few more coming years.
When I had flat out refused to attend, she first went to pleading and begging me to come. She said that she only wanted what was best for me and she knew that getting out from my apartment was the best thing to do.
When I hadn't complied, she moved onto blackmailing me. She said that she would leak all the embarrassing baby pictures she had of me. I have to admit that moved me just a little bit, before I decided that I really didn't care.
Finally, she had resolved to threatening me. She said she would disown me, chuck me out of her will.. The usual.
When she realised that i wasn't budging, she decided to just be herself and started annoying me nonestop. It was almost like she had nothing better to do, with the way she constantly kep calling me over and over again.
In the end, I gave up and agreed to come.
That was before I knew that it was going to be this boring and uneventful.
Sitting there, I was longing for my comfortable bed and tubs and tubs of ice cream and the junk food waiting in my mini fridge.
