12
I sat in front of my computer screen, furiously typing away. I'd already found out that Anne lived alone and that she was currently an author.
Interesting.
Now all I needed to know is where she lived. It's funny, how much you can find out in the Internet. Its as if its designed so stalkers can catch their next victim.
2 hours have passed and I still haven't found an address. Scrolling to the top of the page, I was about to log out but something caught my eye. In the corner of the web page, was Anne's phone number. I wrote it down on a sticky note before shutting my computer down. I walked slowly towards my phone as anticipation ate away at me.
What would she say? Would she be glad that I called? Disappointed?
My slender fingers picked up the phone as I dialed in her number.
873-224-7990
I waited as it rang multiple times. I was almost about to give up but miraculously, she answered.
"Hello." A tired voice rang out.
My breathing hitched. It was her, I would know her voice anywhere.
"Hello!" She sounded aggregated.
"Um, h-hi Anne." I spoke.
"Who's this?" her tone turned towards accusation lightly peppered with curiosity.
"It's me, James."
I waited as the line went silent.
"H-how did you get this number?" her voice shook.
"That doesn't matter. I just wanted to know if you wanted to, you know, meet up sometime later?"
"No! I don't want to be anywhere bear you! You shouldn't even be talking to me." She fumed.
"Why wouldn't I talk to my own wife?"
"We. Are. Divorced. Get that through your head." she spat.
I clenched the phone tightly.
"No were not." I said through clenched teeth.
"You need help James."
I was about to respond but she hung up. Letting out an animalistic cry, I threw the phone at the wall. As expected, it shattered.
Now I had to buy a new phone.
My nostrils flared as I thought about our phone call. She can't just say its over. She can't make that call, its over when I say its over! I ran a hand through my already thinning hair. Anne and Bree's face kept switching out in my mind until only Bree's showed. If I couldn't have Anne, then I would have her look alike.
And no one would tell me any different.
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So its short, I know! Im truly sorry but I can't focus and I'm a nervous wreck! Things are happening and stress and irritation are growing. My next chapter will be longer, I promise.
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