- Bomb Texas for freedom -

I finally ended class monday. All I had to do was drop off two stinking emails and I was done for the semester. Ah freedom!

The air was sweeter, slightly brisk, and it felt strange living with less obligations. Then I get the call. It was from a number I didn’t recognize, but the voice on the other end was.

She called me sweetie, hunny, and it clicked.

Fucking Amberleigh. Didn’t I decide to destroy her earlier? Crush her spirit, push her to the brink of suicide, and offer myself as her only salvation?

I even said to my coworkers, “i’m not going to be happy until smash the bones of her soul!”

Apparently I had a lot of work ahead of me still. Because she was there chatting away to my monosyllabic grunts.

She finally noticed,

A - Anything wrong?

M - Nuffin’

A - Why haven’t you called me?

M - fuckin’ busy.

A - How long does it take for a text message?

M - Hey I said I was busy, I have work and school. Unlike your pampered ass, I have to work for a living, and attempt to finish my education with out any help.
A - oh, it’s like that is it? You know I thought you respected me, I mean I told you I never fuck someone like that. But you seemed so…? Is it because you think I’m a slut.

M- (Long pause) no you’re a good girl with freak streak.

A - I don’t want you using me. Because I’m really sort of tired of that, after my ex, and the rest of the men in the city, I’d go crazy if it happend again. I think I’d cut your balls off.

M - (Silence).

A - You’re coming over. Saturday.

She then hung up the phone. Relieved that I didn’t have her address and it was my out, she then txted it to me. She lived all the way in Breezy Point the most isolated part of the city.

I’m going to be found face first in the narrows two days after christmas aint I?