Take Care

Dix-Neuf

Cyn's Pov

3:23am

"You have reached the voicemail-" I quickly ended the call and slammed my phone on the table.

Where was she?

Why is she not answering her phone?

There were so many thoughts that clouded my mind and neither of them was good. I had gone out of my way and planned a romantic night for us, expecting to be enjoying my significant other instead of playing the 'waiting' game.

Angry was only an understatement.

Erica hasn't returned any of my calls or text messages and that alone, made my temper burst into flames.

Although there were various reasons that could've prevented her from showing up here on time, the lack of communication made me think of the worse.

: WOW!! You got me so messed up!

: It's going on four in the morning and you have yet to call me ..

: You such a fucking liar! 🤬🖕🏼

: Really Erica?! Really?!🙄🙄

: You know what! stay with that bitch!

I put my phone down and let a few moments pass by before picking it up again.

: I'm sorry😒

: I just want to know if you're okay ..

: Call me please!😢💔

The television set played in the background as I drowned my mouth with another glass of whiskey.

Soon I heard a door open and shut, Erica lolloped along the living room carpet and slouched on the couch.

"Where have you been?" I shouted, marching towards her.

She glanced at me then reached for the remote, flipping through the channels before settling for an old-school soap opera. I glared at her and folded my arms, debating whether to go upside her head now or later.

In addition, my heart was fulfilled with worries and sorrows than anything else.

Hell! She came into the house without a smile and didn't say two words to me. I felt disrespected, unappreciated at the least.

"I know she hears me-" I shook my head, laughing more to myself and raced in front of her, snatching the television remote out of her hand.

Erica scolded at me. "Give me back the remote-"

"No!" I shouted again. "You roll your ass in here around four in the morning and haven't said two words to me, where have you been? Why are you-"

"Can we talk about this later?"

"Hell no!" I reiterated. "I don't know what bitch you think I am but-"

Erica slowly removed her sweater and revealed all of her bruises and freshly stitched wound cuts that were scattered all over her abdomen, back, and arms. My heart wrenched and tears began to swell around my eyes.