I.C.E. - Part 5

It is Sunday evening around six, and I am still in bed. I have been here since returning to my apartment from my dinner date, the day before. The entire ordeal with Drake Wesel is my worst nightmare, up to this point in my life. I still tremble, if I think too long about what happened. Fortunately, I hadn’t given Drake my address but he does have my phone number. I don’t like the idea of changing my number, and I hope that he will not remember what happened and forgets to call.

Around eight o’clock the phone rings, I feel nervous and I don’t even know who’s calling. This is silly, I think. I answer.

“Hello, Mary?”

Oh, shit! It’s him. Calm down, I tell myself. He’s on the phone, not standing at your freakin’ front door! “Hi, Drake,” I reply coldly.

“I just called to see if you’re okay. Are you physically alright? I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?” There it is, I think to myself. I see you, Drake Wesel.

“Physically, I’m fine Drake. Emotionally, I’m not so sure.”

“I just called to apologize. I’m sorry, really.”

“Is that why you’re divorced? Did you beat the crap out of your wife when you were high?”

“Yeah,” he replied quietly. “Again, I’m really sorry. I like you, and I know I screwed up. I just wanted to be sure you were okay. I won’t contact you anymore. I’m sorry things ended this way.” He hung up.

Growing up my mother always said, “In case of emergency, the best thing to do is stay calm, so you can think.” Thanks mom.

The End
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