Unstable - Sequel to "Snatched"

Chapter 4: Depression and Scars - Part Two

I quickly started rotating my cart to move around her, but she haulted me by saying "wait" when I just barely got past it.

I turned around. "What?"

"You're gonna ignore that you just bumped into me?"

I couldn't  believe this was happening right now. I also couldn't believe she was talking to me like we were distant friends; as if she actually wanted anything to do with me months ago.

"Kinda like the way you ignored me?" I folded my arms across my chest above my stomach and cocked an eyebrow. When I'd gotten into the store, the air was warm, so I had unzipped my jacket which made my pregnancy visible. Aunt Hennalia seemed to just now notice and was looking straight at my stomach, which made me uncomfortable.

"You're pregnant..." She pointed out in a low voice. I remember the last time I seen her, my bump hadn't been showing yet, and I never bothered telling her I was having a baby, so she never knew until now.

"Look, I really gotta go" I said.

"Wait."

"What?" I hissed.

"Can we talk, please?"

I thought for a moment before ending my thinking with a sigh. If I said no I would be curious as to what she wanted to say, and that would bug me.

"What do you need to say to me? 'Cause I sure as hell got nothing to discuss with you."

"Look, I've been really wanting to talk to you. I tried calling you a few times b-"

"I got a new phone and a new number" I cut her off.

"I know, I figured that out. I didn't know what your address was so I had no other way of contacting you. But I really wanna talk."

"Well stop talking about how much you wanna talk to me and tell me what's on your mind" I said. I was beginning to grow impatient.

"I been wanting to say I'm sorry, ok?" She started. "I wanted to tell you when you were packing up and moving out that I was sorry. But you refused to talk to me. When I was in rehab they helped me with my drinking problem, and they helped me with the loss. I beliee that it wasn't you who did it, but Danielle, I was a big time alcoholic and was also going through a loss. Those two mixed together made me go mad. But I recovered. And I apologize. I want you back in my life."

I did nothing but look at her. I didn't really know what to say back.

"I think things would be better discussed if we weren't inside a grocery store" She continued. "You should really come over, or we can go out somewhere and talk about all this and get things explained."

"Look, I'm sorry, but I'm having some very busy personal things going on in my life, and this all just isn't the right time." I wasn't so sure about her apology, but this really wasn't the time to be bumping into her and hearing it.

"Can I at least give you my phone number?" She asked sorta desperately.

I didn't really see anything harmful about that. I'd be able to call her when I was ready, if I even decided to. But if I chose not to and still didn't want anything to do with her, I wouldn't have to call at all. But getting back in touch was something I'd really have to think about later. For now, I have too much going on to be considering sorting things out with her, and though I didn't mind too much getting her number, I wouldn't be putting it to use for a while.

"Sure, I guess" I settled on saying. A bright smile smeared across her face and she quickly went through the purse that was slung around her shoulder, getting out a small notepad and a pen. She scribbled down her number, ripped the page out, and handed it to me. I put it in my own purse.