It's just one of those days...
I came back to Bruce this afternoon to do laundry. I sit in my room for a little while till a ring at the phone breaks me from my monitor induced state of concsiousness. I answer the phone, expecting it to just be Cindy or Dave calling for Sara. I could not have been more painfully mistaken. As I calmly say hello a soul shaking voice replies, "Where are you? What are you doing?" I remembered this voice from the beginning of the semestre and immediately associated it forever with distrust and trouble.
"Who is this?"
"Roland."
My eyes shoot open in fear. Why was he calling? What could be possibly have wanted? Him and Sara had been broken up for a long time. I warned her, as did everyone else never to go back to him because he was bad news. He was controlling, possessive, and worst of all... he was abusive. I knew he had hit her several times while they were dating and it was Megan and me who convinced her finally that she could do better.
"You have the wrong number." I slam the phone down. My first instinct is to run to Sara's computer and see if her away message is up. Next to her computer is a note (I assume from her friend Cindy) saying basically, 'what the hell are you thinking? I saw his name on your computer. I hope you're not doing any stupid.' My gut sinks.
Now Sara and I have had our differences. She's a neat freak. I'm an artistic slob. But despite all that, I love her to death. She's one of my closest friends up here. I told her if Roland ever came back, I would seriously hurt him. I wasn't kidding. You don't hit women and you especially don't hit my friends. I know it's not my business but I'm making it my business regardless. She's my friend.
I just pray I'm wrong.
"Who is this?"
"Roland."
My eyes shoot open in fear. Why was he calling? What could be possibly have wanted? Him and Sara had been broken up for a long time. I warned her, as did everyone else never to go back to him because he was bad news. He was controlling, possessive, and worst of all... he was abusive. I knew he had hit her several times while they were dating and it was Megan and me who convinced her finally that she could do better.
"You have the wrong number." I slam the phone down. My first instinct is to run to Sara's computer and see if her away message is up. Next to her computer is a note (I assume from her friend Cindy) saying basically, 'what the hell are you thinking? I saw his name on your computer. I hope you're not doing any stupid.' My gut sinks.
Now Sara and I have had our differences. She's a neat freak. I'm an artistic slob. But despite all that, I love her to death. She's one of my closest friends up here. I told her if Roland ever came back, I would seriously hurt him. I wasn't kidding. You don't hit women and you especially don't hit my friends. I know it's not my business but I'm making it my business regardless. She's my friend.
I just pray I'm wrong.