Page 1 of One Night
Placing the last of my shit in my pink luggage and zipping it up, I place it on the ground, lifting the handle and dragging it behind me. Walking into the kitchen, I pull the set of keys out of my jacket and slam them on the counter. I reach up and wipe the tears from my cheek.
“You got this. We got this,” I say.
“Hello.” I sigh.
“Babe, you better not be crying over that piece of shit,” she says.
“I’m not. Well, I was.”
“Don’t. Fuck him and her, fuck them both!” She angrily shouts. “Sorry. They just have me pissed. They are both lucky I can’t get away with murder.”
We both start laughing our asses off. I’ve missed her so much, and we haven’t seen each other for six years. It’s going to be good to see and spend time with her again.
“Listen, the cabin is all set up and stocked, so just head there.” She giggles, and I know her husband must be there.
“Are you sure about this? I don’t want to impose on you guys.” I hear the sigh in her voice.
“You’re my sister, Gem. I love you, and I’m so sorry we haven’t been as close over the past few years. But, that’s all going to change, and no you will not be imposing on us.”
“Okay. Thank you, and I swear I’ll-” I start to say before Belinda’s husband's voice cuts me off.
“Don’t even finish that sentence. You are not imposing on anything here; we would be glad to have you. I know your sister misses you, and I’d do anything to make her happy ,” he says.
“See, told ya. Now remember, you have one week to get your ass here. So enjoy your next seven days relaxing and decompressing because that shit ends there, sorry sis.” I sigh.
“I promise. Now I’ll see you in a week.”
We say our goodbyes, and I focus back on the road as Rod Wave blares on the speakers.
I’m nervous about this cabin thing. I mean shit, I’ve seen those movies, hell I’ve read those kinds of books.
Although I wouldn’t mind me getting chased and fucked by a masked man.
I start to get lost in thought when my phone rings again.
Looking down, I see it's an unavailable number, so I send it to voicemail. That’s got to be him, and he isn’t talking me into turning around.
Not even a few minutes later, it rings again.
Ugh, I need to change my number when I get to Pennsylvania.
On the fifth fucking call, I snatch the phone up, answering the call, and scream my words with frustration.
“What! I told you we are over.” I say. “I’m not coming back, so just fuck off and quit calling.”
There’s silence, and I look down, seeing the call is still connected. I go to disconnect the call when a voice comes through the speaker.
“Well, that was a lot to get out, huh?” He says.
“Do I know you?” I ask, confused.
“Maybe.” Is he serious right now?
“Listen, I don’t play these games. So-” He cuts me off.
“Well, what kind of games do you play?” The fuck.
“Are you serious? Is this one of those serial killer calls? Did Nina put you up to this?” I ask.
“Who?” Before I answer, he continues talking. “Yes, I’m serious, and what is a serial killer call? You think I’m a serial killer? That’s new.”
“You know, like in the movies when the girl is babysitting and she’s alone and the phone rings and you know what. Who is this and how did you get my number?” I ask.
“Fine, take away the fun,” Belinda says. “Don’t forget the cabin code is 0301.” The line disconnects.
“Uhh, okay. That was weird.” I say, shrugging it off and continuing on my drive.