Daily slice of Life

Phone Call

---More of a short story. Play the song when you see <>  ----

I set everything up for the phone call, but with my social anxiety getting the better of me, I hesitated. I just needed to get a point across. Apparently, he thinks I want to get back to get here with him although that isn't the case. He's a deadbeat, good for nothing, cheater who just wants sex and I'm glad I broke up with him.

Exhaling, I dial the number...

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RING
RING
Hey, leave a message:
...
...
Hey, call me back when you get this
Or when you've got a minute
We really need to talk

Oh wait,
You know what?

Maybe just forget it
Cause by the time you get this
Your number may be blocked

Stay and blah, blah, blah
You just want what you can't have

No wait, I'll call the cops
If you don't stop
I'll call your dad

The phone hung up automatically, perfectly as I stop singing. That should shut his ass up, I thought to myself as I block his number.

~~

A couple days later, I got a phone call from an unknown number. Questioning whether or not I should answer it, I did anyways, "Hello?"

"Aww baby, did you get a new phone? No matter, want to go to the movies together later?" That same, damned voice purred over the phone. Trevor. I practically growled over the phone, "How the hell did you get this number?"

"I always remember whatever's yours, babe. Speaking of remembering,  you know my-"

"I do not care about you anymore, you dick," I sighed. "OK look, it's not you it's me! Also all that other bullshit. Now leave me the fuck alone, I don't want you!"

"I love you too!"

"You know that's bullshit!"

~~

I'm getting more and more creepy messages from 'He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named'. The more he keeps sending them to me, the more and more I begin to wonder about a restraining order.

~~

OK, looking back, I realize that I've been a bit harsh towards him, but he's a pervert and that cannot be changed. Our feelings change along with the person you thought you wee going to spend your life worth, it's all bull.

~~

Finally after months of harassment, he got sent to prison for a year or two; breaking and entering, violation of contact, etc. But anyways, I walk up to the prison smug look on my face, a look of triumph.

As I walk through the gated door, I see the face a used to love. A warm gentle look of defeat and sadness. His usually styled hair was a mess, disarrayed and dark. His blue eyes were cloudy and dark from lack of sleep. He looked absolutely miserable, but as soon as I walked through the for, his whole demeanor changed. He went from slouching to sitting up straighter than a rod, "Hey sweetheart, came to wish me a happy birthday?"

I grinned at him, but not one of love, one of pure hatred," I'm not your party favor."