He pressed accept and put it to his ear.
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…..
Kurt: Yeah who is this.
Amara’s eyes narrowed in on him. She knew. She could tell by the way his voice changed. By the way he was holding the phone away from her.
Joyce (Four): Who is this. Boy do not play with me. You know who this is Joyce fool. Why you acting like you do not know me.
Kurt: Oh sorry wrong number.
Kurt was trying to end the call. His finger moved over the end call button but Amara was faster.
She lunged for the phone.
Amara: Give me that phone.
Kurt jerked back holding the phone above his head like they were kids fighting over a toy.
Kurt: Amara don’t.
Amara: Give me the damn phone Kurt.
She jumped up trying to grab it and he turned his body a certain way it made his hip buckled from the pain.
He stumbled and Amara almost got it but he pressed the end call button just in time. The screen was black.
They stood there breathing hard staring at each other.
Amara: You are disgusting.
Kurt: Baby please.
Amara: Do not call me that. Do not ever call me that ever again in your life.
She turned and started walking back to her car. Kurt limped after her.
Kurt: Amara wait. Let me explain.
She spun around so fast he almost ran into her. Explain what Kurt. That you are a fucking compulsive liar. That you have been playing me this whole time. That I am just another number in your damn phone.
Kurt: You are not just a number.
Amara: Then what am I!!! What am I Kurt. Because it sure as hell does not feel like I am anything special.
Before Kurt could give her an answer his phone started ringing again.
They both looked at it.
Four (Joyce).
Joyce was calling back.
Amara stared at the phone then at Kurt. Her face was blank now.
Amara: You should get that it might be important.
She walked to her car got in and slammed the door. The engine started and she backed out without looking at him. Kurt stood there holding his phone watching her taillights disappear into the night.
The phone kept ringing.
He looked down at the screen. Four. Joyce. He did not even remember what excuse he had given her last time they talked. He had forgot the lies he had told to keep her around.
He pressed decline.
The parking lot was silent now except for the sound of his own breathing. His hip was killing him. His face was still stinging. His whole body hurt.
But that was not the worst part.
The worst part was knowing that somewhere out there Stacy and Keisha were probably comparing notes. Amara was probably texting them right now. And Joyce was definitely about to blow his phone up until he answered.
He limped back to his truck and climbed into the driver’s seat. He sat there in the dark staring at nothing.
His phone buzzed.
A text from an unknown number.
We need to talk. All of us. Tomorrow. 10am. I will send you the address. Do not even think about not showing up.
Kurt closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the headrest and exhaled and then saying:
Kurt: I wonder what these bi€£¥ got up there sleeves.
To be continued.…..