Abused

Eight

Katy had woken up from a nap. "Hey," I said to her, but only she gave me a little smile.

"You got a text from Derek," I told her handing her her phone.

She reads the text, "He fucking wants to go on another date. What the fuck?"

She throws her phone down and decides to take a shower. During that time, she had five missed calls from Derek. I also knew he kept texting her every minute, but those texts he sent her were a bit harsh. Here is what I found Derek sent Katy.

DEREK: Katy, what the fuck? I said I was sorry.

DEREK: It's uh, been five fucking calls you've missed...

DEREK: You're pissing me the fuck off. ANSWER!

DEREK: Answer your god damn motherfucking phone!

DEREK: This game isn't going to work with me. Either answer your phone or I'm coming over there.

DEREK: That's it! I'm coming over there you son-of-a-bitch! See ya soon! Be ready...

I was a bit concerned about him saying be ready. I know reading her text messages are wrong, but maybe it was a good thing. "Katy! Finish up in there! Hurry up!" I yell to her from the hotel living room.

Katy finished up her shower, but went to blow-dry her hair. Quickly drying her hair, she goes to get dressed, but I tell her what she missed. "Wait, before you close the door, you have five missed calls from Derek, and because you weren't answering his calls, he's coming and says to be ready for whatever that means," I hand her her phone.

"Does he mean be ready to go out?" She asks unlocking her phone.

"I don't know. The three dots afterwards are making me worried."

"I don't think it's anything to worry about. Thank you for telling me. I'll be out in ten."

I take a seat on the couch and watch some NHL hockey. Five minutes later, I hear banging on the door and Derek yelling for Katy obnoxiously.

"Katy! He's here, come out!" I open the door, only to see Derek's face was red.

"Where the fuck is she, god dammit?" He asks clenching his fists.

"You need to chill the fuck out."

Katy comes out, makeup free and her dry hair in a bun, wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, trying to converse with Derek, but she struggled to do so.

"What the fuck? I was trying to fucking get a hold of you," he said.

"I was in the fucking shower. What was-" she was broken off.

"Nothing."

This was turning into a full out argument. I was gaining so much anxiety just watching a close friend having a hard time with another relationship. I had to stay; if I left, God knows what'll happen. I couldn't do that.

"What was the fucking texts for?" Katy was upset.

"You wouldn't answer your god damn phone."

"So? You should be more understanding than to send obnoxious text messages."