Forgetting Red

I'm gonna kill.....

My phone buzzed and I turned my head to look at it. It was a text from Jack. I picked it up and unlocked the screen. Get out and do something today. Great. Even when he wasn't around Jack was still trying to get me out in the world. I dropped the phone back on the bed and looked up at the white ceiling.

There was nothing to really do. I didn't want to go out and deal with people. Though a coffee did sound nice. And technically I would be out of the house. My feet dragged me to the bathroom and I turned on the hot shower. My head was killing me. A hard throbbing was causing pain in the front of my head. I felt like something was growing in there trying to get out. Like one of those Alien movies where the thing burst out of your chest. Ick.

My body leaned against the wall in the shower as I sat down on the bench where the waterfall shower was hitting. My body ached and I didn't even want to move. The warm water was helping to relieve some of the tension. At that point I closed my eyes and just tried to relax.

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The shower must have lasted about an hour. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the ringing of my home phone. Wait a home phone? Who has those anymore? I do, it's where most of my work calls go to. I turned off my water to better listen to the answering machine. 'Yo Ana. I know you are still at home,' Oh come on Jack don't you have anything else better to do then hound me. 'So get out of the house. I will ask Mark and Denny if you left the building for more than a few seconds.' I rolled my eyes as I turned off the shower and reached for the towel. This guy was not above bribing my door men to get me out of the house.

'So get the hell out!' I cringed as he yelled and then heard the click of the phone as he hung up. I knew he cared but did he have to be so aggressive about it.

I wrapped the towel around myself and walked out to my room. Damn what to wear. The decision was jeans, a tang top and a nice warm knit sweater. Something that I could curl into. I turned on my radio and listened for the weather. A radio and a home phone? What can I say? I was old school. It was cold and cloudy. Great. That would definitely want to get me outside. Grabbing the blow dryer, I tried to fix my mop of hair to something more presentable to the outside world.

My hair color had relaxed a little bit more. It was starting to fade to that nice red brown that I had wanted. I wish I had some more volume to my hair. It was always this straight mess. I gave up after a good half hour of getting now where and put it into a small ponytail. Some of the layer pieces hung loose and I didn't feel like pinning them up. As I put my make up my stomach growled and my head was demanding for coffee.

I shuffled over to the kitchen and opened up the fridge. Empty except for some left over Chinese. I was going to have to get out and go shopping. I looked in the cabinets and frowned. And no coffee. Great.

I slumped against my counter and sighed. Well it was an excuse to go outside. I grabbed my red coat, my keys and purse, with my phone inside of it, and went out. As I passed by Mark I gave him a mock salute. "Give Jack my regards." I said in a sarcastic tone and Mark laughed.

Mark and Denny where the best doormen ever. Honestly. The guys made sure that your mail was never touched and actually brought packages up to your door. If you lost your keys, they always had the spare ready for use. If you came in drunk, they walked you to your door and got you inside ok if you were alone. They were the cool uncles of our apartment building and if one of them ever left, I would cry. Mark worked mornings and the early part of the afternoon, while Denny took the late of afternoon and night shifts. Both were really close with Jack. And all three liked to make sure that I had a life outside of work.

I flipped my hood up and looked out the door. "Well let's get this over with." Upon opening the door, I was hit with a gust of wind and a newspaper flying into my face. Oh great. "Go outside he said." I ripped the newspaper off my face and crumpled it into a small ball of paper. "Get out of the house he said." The evil piece of literature was thrown to the ground in a huff of anger. I was going to kill Jack.