Once again, my call didn't go through. I slammed it down into the couch and buried my face into my hands, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Where are you?" I called out into the air.
My phone buzzed and hope filled my body. I snatched it and quickly swiped at my wet eyes, so I could see who it was.
Instead of Ethan, it was my apartment neighbors, telling me to quiet down- that I was disturbing their sleep.
As I tried to call him again, a cold realization washed over me. He left, I thought. This time- I said it out loud. "He left me!"
I tore my long blonde hair away from my tearstained face and looked down, rubbing my hands over my pregnant belly. There were no tears left. Just anger. Lovely, bitter anger.
~*~
I awoke with a gasp and shook my head, trying to clear the dream-memory from my head.
That had happened four years ago, two months before Harper was born. I had met a man named Ethan Par five years ago at a party a few months after I graduated college. He was the most handsome man I had ever met.
He had wavy brown hair that fell in his yellow-brown eyes, olive colored skin, and long black eyelashes. We clicked immediately and it was pretty much the best time of my life. About a year later, we started living together. It was my biggest regret, but also my greatest blessing. We... you know... and then I found out a month later that I was pregnant.
About a month after that, Ethan started coming home later. He started to not look like himself and not act like himself, either. I was worried, but he wouldn't talk to me about it. Finally, about 6 months later, I gave up. And he didn't come home.
I released my grip on my sheets and climbed out of bed, heading to the bathroom. I stared into the mirror and reached up to touch my crazy blonde hair. I glanced over at my clock and gasped. I was late for work. Very late. I quickly applied some mascara and foundation, dabbed on some eyeshadow and blush, lined my eyes with eyeliner, then ran to my closet.
I shuffled through my clothes and decided on an extremely soft, extra large, blush pink pullover and ripped light-wash jeans. I changed quickly, then slipped into tan ankle boots. I rushed back into the bathroom, pulled my brush through my hair, then french braided a small section of hair at the top of my head and coiled the extra hair into a bun at the top.
I smoothed down my shirt and hurried over to Harper's room. "Wake up, honey," I said, shaking her. Harper groaned and flopped around. I huffed and resorted to pulling her into my arms and setting her onto the floor. "I'm up!" She said, looking up at me with tired eyes. I went to her closet and took out a pair of jeans and a fuzzy pink sweater with a fox on it. "Get dressed," I ordered, making my way to the kitchen.
Harper came in a few minutes later, all dressed and with shoes on and her hair brushed. While I was waiting for the toast to... well, toast, I Dutch braided Harper's waist long, dirty blonde hair. The toast popped out of the toaster just as I tied the ends of her hair with an elastic. I quickly buttered both slices of toast and handed one to Harper.
I snatched my phone off of the counter, grabbed my purse and coat, and ushered Harper to the door.
~*~
After dropping Harper off at Jude's I started to drive in the direction to work, but turned around halfway there. I headed to the local jail.
The news headline that had gotten me so worked up last night was this:
25 YEAR OLD MAN, ETHAN PAR, CAUGHT WITH STOLEN VALUABLES ADDING UP TO ONE MILLION DOLLARS
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General FictionBlythe Johnson is a single mother... with no idea where her daughter's father is. At all. She deals with depression and the struggle of providing for her and her child. Then she meets Zeke Jobs at the same time her daughter's father shows up. Blythe...