Carol's *POV*
My head was pounding. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I studied myself objectively in the mirror over the sink.
Terrible, I decided without emotion. The headache had taken the color from my already pale cheeks, and my eyes were swollen and red from tears.
Dispassionately, I ran the water until it was icy cold, then splashed my face with it. When my skin was numb, I finally stripped and stepped under the shower.
I couldn't find energy to stand still, so keeping a conscious hand on my stomach I stood under the water, supporting the wall, until my knees finally touched the floor.
Pulling my knees to closer to my chest seemed disturbingly difficult in the 30th week, but I sat there and imagined how the flaming globe sank toward the horizon.
The intensity of color against the darkening blue of the sky. Nothing soft or mellow. It was a vivid and demanding prelude to night.
Dan must probably be snoring on the chair by now with his whiskey and football.
Easily, I took out his from the breast pocket and I didn't really know what to do with it. But that iPhone in my hand was just like a toy in my hand which I didn't know how to play with.
I tried to get some 'information' from his phone, but he just had too many locks for every damn thing.
I even checked his pants and coats for some clue but the only things I got wes a pack of cigarette and some speeding tickets. Except that he didn't have any luggage nor did I find anything worth in his car.
Finally giving up on hopes, I sat there and wept and wept until I ran out of tears.
Food was the last thing I could think of at the moment but the baby's constant kicking got me into licking two Nutella cans.
I heard the phone ring and it was that very moment I almost stopped breathing.
The suddenness of the buzz ringed in my ears and not even bothering to dry myself, I loosely wrapped a towel around my chest and ran (which seemed as slow as a lifeless jaundice patient -but that was the best I could manage)
I feared what if he was calling me again, though he didn't mention to expect any call after what I told him at the cemetery but still my heart drum rolled as I got the call on the last ring.
Even though my landline was in the kitchen, I whispered into the dark night,
"Hello?"
As I waited for the reply, From the corner of my eyes I saw Danish sleeping indifferently on the sofa with a bottle still curled up in his hand.
"Hello?", I said again. A little louder this time.
"Carol it's Me!" , a soft familiar voice whispered back after a pause.
"Goodness! Macy! Why are you calling me at this time of the night?"
I wasn't sure what time it was but but seemed pretty dark outside.
"Uh-huh. Why are you whispering? I just called up to---..umm...you know... Just--"
"To check. That's very sweet of you. I am fine. Just going to bed and you should do the same too."
"Mm..okay then good night. Sleep tight."
"Night. "
I could still hear her breathing at the other end and tears wanted to spur out again.
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Beautiful Mistake
RomanceLife is no longer a sugar rush, when Carol Nouvelle gets a long lust crush on her best friends brother Aidan Cameron but he doesn't even spare her an eye. For him she's still that little girl, who is nothing else but his sister Miranda's (Macy) BFF...