17 Missed Calls

↠2↞ I thought you told him

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I thought you told him

I let a hot breath out and toss the cell phone aside. The unpleasant heat that my cheeks radiate with is unbearable. My forehead is stained with perspiration, so I blot it with my T-shirt.

I've just made fifty pounds.

The shaking of my hands is so bad that it looks as if I was affected by Parkinson's disease. I can't believe that I talked dirty to a complete stranger. It still seems unreal.

As for the phone call, it was beyond repulsive. The man with whom I was speaking was continuously moaning, which made me almost vomit. Nevertheless, I stayed strong. I had to. It's been two months since the school started. Most vacancies were off the list now. Finding a job would be really difficult.

Feeling mentally exhausted, I plop down onto the bed, however, my respite is short-lived. An unplesant waterfall of sparks rushes down my spine as Rayna walks in, causing me to involuntarily squirm in nervousness. I scramble to act as normal as I only can, pretending that the dirty conversation between me and my food donor never happened.

She removes her shoes. "Is everything okay? You look like you're going to be sick." Her voice is full of concern.

I think I will be in a minute.

"I'm just a bit tired," I mutter evasively, watching her walk across the room.

"Are you sure, Davina? You seem really-"

Before she manages to fully articulate her question, I jerk off the bed and storm into the toilet, making sure to slam the door behind me.

Falling down to my knees, I lift up the toilet seat and throw up. The guilt of working for a sex phone company behind Nathan's back is just too strong. I don't think that I can handle this. I vomit again.

A gentle knock on the door startles me from my miserable state. "Can I come in?" Rayna asks quietly.

I hoist myself up from the floor. "Just give me a minute," I entreat.

I use some tissue to remove the remains of saliva from my lips. I also give my mouth and teeth a thorough cleansing. To conceal the previous occurrence of tears, I splash my face with some water.

Rayna looks at me worried as I enter the room. "Davina-"

"I'm fine. Seriously."

"Did you just cry? Are you pregnant?"

Her question throws me. "What? No, I'm not. I swear."

"Then explain the vomitting, wet eyes and your weird mood."

I give a listless shrug of my shoulders. "I'm just having a bad day." I lie down onto my bed and hide under a blanket.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I want to respond, but my phone starts buzzing anew. I flip it upside down, making the glowing screen face the sheets. It's the app again.

Rayna draws her eyebrows together. "Are you not going to answer?"

"No."

"Who is it?" she pesters.

"No one." My voice is curt again.

She seems to have taken the hint because she changes the subject. "Do you want to order pizza and watch something together?"

I blink at her stupidly. "I just vomitted."

"Well, true, but this means that your stomach is empty now. You're going to be hungry soon," she points out.

Even though she's right, I can't even stand the thought of buying anything with the money that I've just made. "I think I'll try to have some sleep instead." I force a faint smile.