What the hell do I do?
I have to go, no good can come of my staying here. My presence is just going to escalate everything.
With my heart pounding hard in my chest I walk out the front gates and down the road, and I call an Uber. I stand in the dark as I wait for it, and I can hear the laughter and music in the distance.
Why didn’t Dylan tell me he was in a wedding today?
Why did I come?
Why is Rodney acting like a caveman?
Why am I such a fucking idiot?
The questions are endless?
The Uber pulls up, and I jump into the backseat, “Please, get me out of here.”
I pace back and forth in my kitchen, it’s 12 a.m. and Dylan’s phone is still turned off.
Maybe he’s still at the wedding?
I text him again.
Dylan, I only went to end it.
I’m with you, please come home.
I’m worried sick.
It’s 2 a.m., and no word from Dylan.
I know the wedding is definitely over by now.
Is he out? Is he in jail for killing Rodney? What the hell is going on over there, why hasn’t he got back to me.
I’ll try and call him again; I dial his number.
The number you have called is not available from this service.
Huh?
I dial his number again.
The number you have called is not available from this service.
What? Why am I getting that message?
I type into google, why am I getting the message,the number you have called is not available from this service.
A reply bounces back.
Your number has been blocked.
The air leaves my lungs, he’s blocked my number.
I try again,
The number you have called is not available from this service.
