Cade's POV:
I look at the date on my phone, 20th June. Earlier today my phone buzzed telling me that it's our parents three year death anniversary. I puff out the smoke from my lighted cigarette and my mind wander to my sister who is thousand miles away from me right now. Deciding on checking up on her, I dial up her number and put the phone on my ear.
'Hello...' I hear her voice croaked out at the other side of the line.
'Hey sis...'
'Hey...' I can almost see her eyes brimming with tears with her hush voice.
'Are you okay?'
'Yeah I am now, do you?'
'Same just worried about you.'
'You don't have too Cade, I'm fine.'
'That's what I've been doing every years Cass and you saying that you're fine is all the same as the year before when really is you're not.'
'You know I drank...'
'And I always remind you not too right?'
I can hear her sighs and the line went quiet for a while before I finally hear her voice again, 'I'm sorry Cade, I don't want to talk right now.'
It's my turn to sigh now; not being able to be with her at a crucial time like this is dreading me out and making me anxious. I know her foul mood will pass eventually but what today's means is making me worry, 'I understand but I need you to promise me one thing...'
'What is it?'
'Promise me you'll stay safe... and strong.'
'I always been Cade and will always do. I love you bro.'
'I love you too Cass.'
As soon as I says those word the line at the other end engage. I sigh as I put down my phone back on the table and putting down my cigarette bud on the ashtray before sipping my glass of bourbon. As much as I hate to admit it, I need a drink too.
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The Bet
Historia CortaA random text from a stranger just appear out of nowhere one night, or is it really random? Annoyance starts building up when the stranger won't stop bugging her. The conversation is developing and so does the feelings. When two strangers started to...
