It’s been far too long since I’ve laid eyes on Abby.
I expected surprise.
I expected anger.
What I got was devastation.
Abby’s been lying to me, keeping secrets that affect us all.
Our past…? It’s complicated
An elusive truth with the power to alter everything I know, everything I want, and everything I love.
But things aren’t always what they seem.
And betrayal…it never comes from the person you expect.
“Hello?” her voice greets me tentatively.
“Abby, it’s me. Thank God you answered.” Relief washes over me and I sink down onto my bed, airport scum and all covering my clothes.
“Jacob?” She seems shocked that it’s me, like she didn’t see my name come up on her phone. Maybe something happened and she lost her contacts. I know one thing, after this whole ordeal I’m memorizing her number.
“Yeah, baby girl, it’s me.”
“Why the hell are you calling me?” she asks, her voice hushed but angry.
“Wh-what?” I’m too stunned to speak.
“I don’t ever want to talk to you again! Lose my number and forget you ever knew me!” Click.
My heart sinks and I feel like I’m going to be sick. What the hell just happened? Something is wrong. I have to talk to her. I thought she’d be happy to hear from me. I never considered she’d refuse to speak to me or hear me out. I tap on her name again, hoping she’ll answer and let me explain. It only rings twice this time.
“Stop calling me. Please,” she pleads, and I could swear I hear tears in her voice.
“Abby, let me explain. I’ve been-”
“No! I don’t want to hear your excuses.” Sniffling. “Don’t call me again. I’ll get a restraining order if you don’t leave me alone.” She hangs up before I can say anything else. I sit there, staring at my phone and wondering what went wrong. Maybe she needs a little time to cool down. She hasn’t heard from me in six long weeks, and probably thinks I’ve moved on. I could never move on from her, though. She’s it for me. I just wish she knew that. I should have told her. Before I left for home, I should’ve told her I was in love with her.
She has no idea where I’ve been, or that I thought of her every single day I was away. Sometimes the thought of hearing her voice when I got home was the only thing that kept me going. It was one hell of an experience, but it wasn’t easy. The heat, the insects, the fear of getting sick and not having adequate medical care within a hundred-mile radius. Her memory was the only thing that kept me sane.
I have to fix this. Whatever is going on, I have to make it right. I’ll try calling her again tomorrow. I’ll keep calling her until she listens and lets me tell her how much I love her.
About the Author:
Ashley Cade is an author and book lover living in Ohio with her husband and two sons. She’s loved reading since childhood and has always enjoyed creating characters and stories. She finds inspiration everywhere: a song on the radio, a person she passes on the street, a place she’s visited on vacation. She lets her imagination run wild and her fingers do the typing.
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