Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
The last thing I remembered was the slam of the door. All of the emotions I had been holding in all night finally cascaded down my face.
I was broken.
I had never seen so much anger in his face and demeanor before. It was scary and I hoped I wouldn't ever have to see it again. Then again, I had no say in it. I didn't even know if he was ever going to walk back through the door.
12 Hours Earlier
"James, I understand that you're busy but it's a special night for us! We finally unpacked that last pesky box. We're officially moved in together," I said into the phone.
The coffee in my hand had long since cooled off and I was back home after a quick errand run. It was still early and I knew that James wasn't usually busy at eleven o'clock in the morning.
"I know, Marie. But I'm telling you right now that I don't want you to be upset if my boss walks in and gives me a shit-load of stuff to do before I leave. He's still not happy about that incident last week."
I blushed at the memory. It had started off as an innocent visit. I was excited that James and I had all of our boxes in the apartment and decided to pay him a lunch visit. When I got there, I could see he was stressed out and...well...I did what I do best when he's that way. Unfortunately, his boss decided to walk in and when he saw James' pants down and me kneeling in front of him, he wasn't too happy.
"Oh, fine," I huffed. "I won't make reservations. But I do expect us to celebrate some way when you get home."
"Baby, I already have our celebration planned out,"James said smoothly. I rolled my eyes.
"Alright, honey. You keep your mind on that and hurry home. I love you."
"Love you, too! Bye."
Once I hung up the phone, I looked at my blank computer screen and sighed. I had a paper due in a few days and though I was excited to get my masters, I was also annoyed at the fact that one of my last assignments had nothing to do with my major. I shrugged it off and got to work, knowing that it would take me a while to get it done.
Two hours, an empty coffee cup, and five pages later, I was done for the day and uncomfortably hungry. I dragged myself into the kitchen and settled on cereal for lunch. My phone began to ring and when I picked it up, I was confused at the unknown number that flashed on the screen.
"I wonder..." I thought out loud before answering with a questionable, "Hello?"
"Marie Jasmine Anderson. How wonderful it is to hear your voice again."
My cereal bowl crashed onto the tiled floor of the kitchen as I let it fall from my hands. My heart began to beat at a mile a minute.
"Oh my God..." I whispered into the phone.
I hadn't heard that voice in over ten years. It was the voice of a past that I never wanted to revisit.Images of dimly lit rooms filled with smoke pulled themselves out of the depths of my mind from only a few words said by that raspy voice on the phone.
"Oh, dear. Have I startled you?" he asked in mock concern. "I do dearly apologize. I am just so excited to hear your voice. It brings back fond memories."
I wasn't able to speak. My body was on autopilot as I walked to the couch to sit down. How did he find me?
"It's okay, sweet one. You don't have to speak. I'll talk and you listen. I have been searching for you for a very long time, Marie. Ten years is it?" he chuckled as if we were reminiscing about the old days. I wanted to say something. I wanted to end the call. I wanted to scream because of how angry I was that his voice brought back terrible memories. Memories that I’d spent years trying to destroy.
His voice began to take on a more sinister and even angry tone as he continued to speak. "Ten years that you've been hiding from me. Ten years that you've owed me money. And poor dear, you didn't even try to evade me. You didn't change your name. You became friends with people. You even have a boyfriend that I know loves you very dearly. Marie, I want the money you owe me. And now...there's also an interest to be paid."
"No," I managed to whisper.
"Yes. I have big plans for you dear and I hope your life can handle them."