Post by foreverandalways on May 29, 2011 21:43:13 GMT -8
Harlow
It had been a rather long day, and I was carrying home a bag of groceries. Some how, I had been surviving my days at Free Hearts. Everything seemed so peaceful, reguardless of all of us crazy teenagers here. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was at peace and enjoying my life. As I was wrestling to open up the door, my phone rang and I just absent mindly answered, "Hello?"
"Harlow? Is that you?"
My eyes widen at the voice as my groceries slipped from my hands now and clatted on the doorstep outside my apartment. It was John's voice, my ex, "You're...you're not suppose to have this...this number." My voice quivered in fear as I heard him laugh on the other end now.
"You seem suprised Harlow...to hear my voice. You didn't think I'd just let you go like that, would you?"
I pushed open the door now and went inside, barely paying attention to the fact that my door hadn't closed all the way and I sat the phone on the table now, putting it on speaker phone and just stared at it, "John...how did you get my number?" I asked again, an edge to my voice.
"There you go again asking the same question, Harlow. It's like you didn't want to hear from me."
"No, it's not that. It's just-"
"I WASN'T EFFING DONE TALKING YET HARLOW!" he shriekd now, "Why are you being like this? How could you just effing drop me like that, after everything we've been through. After everything I have done for you?"
I found myself trying hard to hold back a sob, I thought I was suppose to escape all of this, "I know, it's just that I-"
"You just what, Harlow? Did you find yourself a guy at that freakshow?"
"No-"
"If you're lying to me, I swear to effing god. Believe me Harlow, I will find you. If I can't have you, then nobody can effing have."
I felt a sob escape me now, and I was shaking as I stared at the phone on the table, the speaker phone working loud and clear. It was like John was standing right in front of me and I was just waiting for the slap to the face. I wanted to hang up on him, but it was like I couldn't bring myself to doing so, like I was stuck in some frozen state of shock.
Occ: Sorry to teh angst. I was just getting my muse out =)
It had been a rather long day, and I was carrying home a bag of groceries. Some how, I had been surviving my days at Free Hearts. Everything seemed so peaceful, reguardless of all of us crazy teenagers here. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was at peace and enjoying my life. As I was wrestling to open up the door, my phone rang and I just absent mindly answered, "Hello?"
"Harlow? Is that you?"
My eyes widen at the voice as my groceries slipped from my hands now and clatted on the doorstep outside my apartment. It was John's voice, my ex, "You're...you're not suppose to have this...this number." My voice quivered in fear as I heard him laugh on the other end now.
"You seem suprised Harlow...to hear my voice. You didn't think I'd just let you go like that, would you?"
I pushed open the door now and went inside, barely paying attention to the fact that my door hadn't closed all the way and I sat the phone on the table now, putting it on speaker phone and just stared at it, "John...how did you get my number?" I asked again, an edge to my voice.
"There you go again asking the same question, Harlow. It's like you didn't want to hear from me."
"No, it's not that. It's just-"
"I WASN'T EFFING DONE TALKING YET HARLOW!" he shriekd now, "Why are you being like this? How could you just effing drop me like that, after everything we've been through. After everything I have done for you?"
I found myself trying hard to hold back a sob, I thought I was suppose to escape all of this, "I know, it's just that I-"
"You just what, Harlow? Did you find yourself a guy at that freakshow?"
"No-"
"If you're lying to me, I swear to effing god. Believe me Harlow, I will find you. If I can't have you, then nobody can effing have."
I felt a sob escape me now, and I was shaking as I stared at the phone on the table, the speaker phone working loud and clear. It was like John was standing right in front of me and I was just waiting for the slap to the face. I wanted to hang up on him, but it was like I couldn't bring myself to doing so, like I was stuck in some frozen state of shock.
Occ: Sorry to teh angst. I was just getting my muse out =)