"Hey, Garret, sorry I didn't return your call. I was doing something," I say into my phone as I drive.
"It's cool, bro. I just wanted to see how you were doing and you sound...strangely happy," Garret says disturbed.
"I am happy. Even amused. Pia...she's hilarious," I say as I shake my head.
"If she's making you smile then she must have one hell of a sense of humor."
"She doesn't even have to open her mouth. Just watching her fidget is amusing." Just before Garret could speak, my phone beeps for an incoming call. "Dammit...wait, Garret. I have another call." I push talk again and I hear my mother's voice immediately.
"Zamiel Gerard Ward, I swear I will choke the life out of you if you ever ignore my calls again!" She screeches into the phone.
My face pales at the sound of my full name. Apparently Mom couldn't find a better middle name for me so she gives me my dad's first name for my middle name.
It sucks when your name is a constant reminder of the one person you hate the most.
"What do you want?" I ask her angrily.
The sounds on the other line are strange. It sounds like someone is shuffling or whatever and then I hear another voice.
"Zamiel, it's not good to snap at your mother like that," I hear a deep voice on the other line.
My face pales as my foot slips off my accelerator of my truck, and it gradually slows down on the highway. Vehicles behind me honk and then eventually pass me.
It takes everything I have to just get myself to pull over next to a ditch by the highway so traffic can continue.
"Zamiel, are you there?" The deep voice asks again.
My fingers struggle to keep a hold of my phone. My mouth suddenly feels dry as my lips tremble.
"H-Hi..." I stutter nervously as wipe the cold sweat forming on my forehead.
"Your mom tells me you have a new place. That's good. You're growing responsible and taking care of your own place. I'm proud of you. Maybe you aren't such a bad boy after all," Dad says coldly.
It pisses me off because I've been taking care of myself for a long time now. I'm fucking twenty-four.
He didn't sound proud of me at all.
"Uh..." I mumble.
When I don't say anything, a dark chuckle from my dad sends chills up my spine. When he sighs, it feels like I'm hearing nails scraping against a chalkboard. "Maybe I'll be able to see your place if my boss lets me off the hook. I look forward to seeing you, Zamiel. Bye."
And he hangs up.
I stare out the windshield clutching my cellphone so tightly that I feel like it might snap in half in my hand. My phone rings again, and I know its Garret but I don't answer. Instead, I throw my phone against the passenger window. The screen cracks on impact and bounces onto the passenger seat. My hands clutch the steering wheel tightly and I scream as I slam my head against it, making the truck honk each time.
I do this until my forehead starts to bruise, till the pain begins to feel unbearable and then my skin splits. Just a small bit of blood rolls down my forehead as I breathe heavily. I lean back in my seat as I rub my eyes.
"I don't want to see you...I don't want to see you. I hate you. God knows I hate you so much," I whisper as I shake my head.
A car pulls up behind my truck and I see someone get out.
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Taste of Poison
RomanceEverybody is going to die. Everybody has a due date. We are all like the milk you see at the grocery store. We don't have persertatives to keep us from spoiling quick. We don't have any of that. It's a damn shame. I'm actually jealous of the produ...
