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“Why the fuck is her name so fucking cutesy in your Goddamn phone?”
I busted into our bedroom at 5:30 in the morning like some kind of demonic rooster—possessed and crowing at the top of my lungs. I was no good at subtlety or patience.Oops.
“Holy, shit, Becky. What time is it?” Carter squinted up at me with a dumb look on his stupid face, the blanket covering the majority of his body.
Wrong question, fucker.I slept off and on for a few hours before finally giving up. I decided we needed about an hour to try and get things sorted before I was left home alone all day losing my mind, and he had another lovely fucking dinner night withher.
“That part doesn’t matter. Where’s your fucking phone?” I spat out at him. I was shaking where I stood. Adrenaline coursed through my body, making me fidgety. I needed this to be resolved, and resolved quickly. My fists clenched until tiny bursts of pain centered me, my nails slicing into the palms of my hands.
Again, he just blinked at me, and I was losing what smidgeon of patience I had left.
His phone sat on the nightstand, so I snatched it for him.
“Go to her contact while I’m watching.” I said aftergentlytossing it to him.
“Ouch, what the fuck, Becky. That’s my fucking face.” He dared to complain while lifting the phone from where it bounced off his face. “Who the hell are you talking about, babe. Whose contact?”
“Don’t you fucking call me babe, Carter. TayWinky-Fucking-Face.” I hissed at him, breathing metaphorical fire into his face. “Find. Her.Info.” I jabbed my finger toward his phone screen with each word in enraged emphasis.
He didn’t even hesitate, even in his half awake state. He went directly there and handed me his phone. That action had gone a long way in easing my fears and anxieties.
“What the hell, Becks. Where’s the fire?” He asked while yawning and stretching out his arms.
So we’re playing it this way.
Looking at his phone, I saw a fairly hefty message stream with this elusive—not elusive enough—Tay.
“Honey, what’s going on? What is all this?” He asked, not quite gently, but not quite accusatory. It was just—something.
I scrolled through the messages and saw they went all the way back to a month ago, and I read.
Him
it’s Carter, from Billy’s Auto Services. Here’s my number for pickup calls.
Tay ;)
thank you so much for the ride! Sorry about all of the confusion.
Tay ;)
hey, I need a ride to and from the shop today, please! :)
Him
Ok. Be there in 30.
Tay ;)
thanks so much!
Three weeks ago
Tay ;)
I’m so sorry, Carter, but my ride fell through. I’m at the gym. I know today isn’t your day to help, but could you get me home? The other guy made me feel uncomfortable.
