Oh my God.
Me: What the fuck do you mean by that? What happened??
Sable: He’s on his way My phone was on the table, and the fucker stole it, and he’s so fucking TALL, I couldn’t get it back.
Sable: And he’s quick! I put my arm up to reach for it, and he snatched my wrist, used my thumb to unlock it, and found our messages.
Mother.
Fucker.
Sable: He did it so quick too??? Like I blinked, and he was scrolling through my goddamn phone. No wonder you keep fucking him. I can clearly see your willpower never stood a chance with how quickly those hands do their job.
Sable: Don’t worry, I still ripped him a new asshole, because frankly, I’m offended by how smooth it was.
Me: Oh my fucking God, focus, Sable! How long ago???
Sable: So here’s thething.
Sable:
Sable: No me odies.
Sable: He deleted your contact from my phone, and I never thought I’d need to memorize that shit.
Sable: We’re really going downhill as a society.
Me: Sable!!
Sable: Like forty-five minutes ago I’m so sorry, I love you, don’t be mad.
Sable: I had to find mi papá and get your number from his phone, and he was dealing with una familia, and then I got pulled into that shit…
Sable: Te quiero. I’m sorry. Avanza y corre.
Hurry up and run?
Did she really just tell me to fucking run when I’m lucky he isn’t already in the parking lot?
Oh my God.
Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.
I scramble up from the bed and look down at myself. I’m wearing a T-shirt three sizes too big with a pizza sauce stain on it from, like, five years ago, no pants, no bra.
I was planning to do laundry at Sable’s tomorrow morning, as I’m on my last clean pair of underwear.
Fuck it. Better dirty sweatpants than let the heathen come near me without them on at all.
I’m sliding them on just as I hear a few low raps against the door.
Jesus, why did that sound so ominous?
My heart is pounding against my rib cage hard enough to bruise, and tendrils of panic unfurl in my stomach, coiling around my organs, squeezing them tight until my lungs aren’t alone in being deprived of oxygen.
I put my hands on my hips and stare at the door.
I don’thaveto answer it.
