Amara stood there staring at that picture on her phone like she was trying to burn a hole through it.
Her chest was rising and falling while breathing to keep calm.
Kurt could see her whole body tensing up, he could see the switch flipping in her head from confused to furious.
She looked up at him slowly, and the look in her eyes made his eyes wide.
This was not the kind of mad where she yelled and threw things and then forgave him later.
This was the kind of mad that ended relationships. The kind that somebody is about to get hurt.
Amara: Kurt you really sat here and lied straight to my fucking face.
Kurt tried to speak but his mouth felt like sandpaper.
Kurt: Baby I can explain.
Amara: Explain what Kurt. Explain why you got two different women texting me pictures of you.
Explain why one of them answered your phone calling herself your girlfriend. Explain why you out here looking like you got jumped when really you just got caught.
She stepped closer to the truck and Kurt actually flinched. He had never seen her like this. Even when they argued before she always kept it together. But now she looked like she wanted to hurt him. Really hurt him.
Amara: Who the hell is Stacy.
Kurt opened his mouth but nothing came out.
Amara: And who the hell is Keisha.
Still nothing.
Amara nodded slowly. Then Wham! Slaps Kurt.
Amara: How many Kurt. How many of us are there.
Kurt finally found his voice.
Kurt: It is not like that.
Amara: Then what is it like. Because from where I am standing you got at least three women who all think they are with you. And I am sitting here looking stupid because I actually believed you. I actually thought we had something real.
Kurt: We do have something real. You are different Amara. You are the one I actually care about.
Amara: Oh so what am I supposed to feel special now because I am the one you actually care about while you out here playing house with Stacy and God knows who else.
Kurt reached for her but she stepped back fast.
Amara: Do not touch me.
Kurt could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. He needed to say something. Anything. But every word that came to mind Amara wasn’t falling for it.
Then his phone started ringing.
Both of them looked around.
The sound was echoing coming from somewhere in the truck.
Kurt patted his pockets but it was not there.
The ringing stopped then started ringing again. Amara walked around to the other side of the truck and opened the door. She started digging through the seats.
Amara: Where is it Kurt. Where’s that damn phone.
Kurt crawled out from of the back bed of his truck in pain and started looking too. The ringing was getting louder. He finally found it wedged between the center console and the passenger seat. He pulled it out and looked at the screen.
Four.
His blood went cold. He had forgotten about Four. Hell he had forgotten he even saved her number.
Amara crossing her arms.
Amara: Answer it Go ahead. Answer it.
Kurt stared at the screen. The phone kept ringing. His thumb over the decline button but Amara was watching him like a hawk.
Amara: Answer the fucking phone Kurt.
He pressed accept and put it to his ear.
Kurt: Yeah hello.
There was a pause on the other end. Then a woman’s voice.
Four: Kurt is that you.
Amara and Kurt eyes stretched wide open at the same time.
To Be Continued…………..