Unpredictable Love

Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Karleigh's

It's been a week since I've been back in Atlanta, and I've got to admit, I thought it'd be much more glorious when I returned to my home town. Instead, I'm in a gloom and I haven't spoken to my Mother since the incident earlier in the week.

Angelyse is really trying to snap me out of my moody-funk as she calls it, and I'm thankful for her efforts but they're not working. Harry hasn't answered any of my calls all week, nor has he tried to return my calls or contact me at all for that matter.

I gaze down at my feet and wiggle my toes that are now painted a beautiful hazel green color. I painted my toes trying to distract myself from my thoughts of Harry, of course I failed miserably, considering I tried to match my nail polish to the color of his eyes. Again, I failed miserably because now that I m gazing down at my newly painted toes, I realize that the hazel color I painted them, is nowhere near as beautiful as Harry's eyes.

The sudden urge to call Harry again washes over me, but I shove the useless urge out of my mind. He'll just ignore my call like he's been doing all week. It's gotten to the point where I'd just call Harry, even though I knew he was going to ignore my call, but I wanted to hear the sound of his voice so I'd listen to his voicemail.

Pathetic, I know.

Speaking of missed calls, Aunt Jocelyn has called me ample times but I've chosen to ignore her calls. God knows, the only person I wish to speak to doesn't have the slightest wish to talk to me.

With my phone in hand, I scroll through my contacts in search of a number that I don't typically have the opportunity to call. Anne's contact name catches my attention on the cracked screen, and I quickly hit the call button.

As the phone starts to ring, I notice that Anne doesn't have the typical phone ring that everyone has, she has a relaxing ring back. Soothing elevator music flows through my ears and I almost forget I was calling someone until Anne answers the phone, her chirpy voice shocking my eardrums.

I tilt the phone away from my face slightly, and answer.

"Hey Anne, it's me Karleigh. Do you have a moment to talk?" Doing my best to cover my sleepless tone and anxious feelings, I summon all of my energy, showing no hint of the heartbreak her son has caused me.

"Of course, Karleigh. What's up?" Her high pitched voice says into the phone.

"How are you?" I ask, making small talk.

"I'm great, Robin and I just got back from a short trip to London, we were visiting some of my family. I was actually getting dressed when you called, because we were headed to the treatment center to see Harry." She babbles to me.

The mention of Harry's name feels like a dagger being stabbed into my heart, but also like a relaxing aroma taking over my senses.

"What for? Is he doing okay? What type of treatment? How is he doing?" The questions come out of my mouth rushed, but Anne doesn't seem to mind.

"It was a type of radiation treatment, but they're not putting him through chemo. The doctors think that he's well on his way back to health, but Harry can only seem to think negatively about this whole situation." Anne sighs. "He's doing well though. How are you?" She asks knowingly.

"I'm....I'm... I'm back in Atlanta." I stumble.

Anne laughs uneasily. "Yeah I know, your aunt told me. She also told me you'd be coming back her sometime next week to start the fall semester of college. That's fantastic!" She exclaims.