Dark Romance

I stared at the miserable pay-phone, recognizing its weather cracked paint and over usage but under maintained body for my life.

Memorizing then ten digit number that might end my insufferable pain after three rings. I toyed with the ideas of pushing in the two quarters that had grown warm from laying in my pocket . With what I might say.

“Are you going to make a call?” a noisome voice swatted my thoughts away.

“Yeah.” I replied unhappily “Of course.” Stuffing the quarters into the change drop I dialed a new number that was now transfixed in my mind.

After two strenuous rings the line picked up.

“Courtney?” Connor's sturdy voice came in

“Yeah.” Was all I could manage, my breath caught in my throat.

“Where are you baby, I'll come get you; are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” I snapped in distaste  “Come get me, or whatever you want; seeings how that's all you're good at.”  I pinched the bridge of my nose. “You win, okay? I'm done. 13Th and Oak.” I placed the phone back in its cradle. His fake emotion was too nauseating. I didn't wait for his answer, I already knew it, “I'll be there soon Court.” I shivered and stepped back onto the curb to let the awaiting woman place her call.

At the corner I stood watching traffic pass. The world buzzed by me on the street and side-walk, they carried my mind away but left my body to linger. And yet they knew nothing that was happening to me. They were only three feet away.

Connor's truck appeared in the corner of my eyes a few minutes later. I kept my eyes down and opened the passenger door, not looking at the driver. I slid into the seat, keeping my thoughts clamped down on getting out of here.

“Oh Courtney.” He coaxed. I lifted my sore eyes to look at him, his blue eyes and thick lashes, pale skin and tight lips; I was caught and instead of fighting I took everything in. My thoughts reeled “Oh my god, NO!”

“Don't”  I finished out loud. “Please just don't.” I'm tired of going on as if what you did to me wasn't real, isn't true. I let my thoughts out and real loud enough so he could hear them in his own head.

His face deepened as if sad and I glared at him.