LOVING MY BEAST

AN UNWANTED MESSAGE

But the question is why? I know he loves me but why won’t he… trust me?  

I will for sure not to be the first to contact him. I have my pride …some of it. I turned around and went to the kitchen. My Aunt had ordered pizza. I set the table and we ate. Max seemed to be really hungry. Well, I guess it’s normal for someone his age. 

I gave him my juice since I really didn’t have an appetite due to the day’s events he took it all in one gulp. A smile tugged and the corners of my lips while I watched him in delight. Max was the most worried after the accident he was unable to sleep due to the trauma and his worry for me.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was a message however I don’t really know the person.

Unknown: Hi.

Unknown: You’re probably wondering who this is.

Claire: Yes.

I was a bit perplexed. Who could it be? I have a separate number for business calls however very few people have my private number. Who could it? My curiosity was sparked.

Unknown: This is Henry.

The name rings a bell. Where have I heard it before?

Claire: Henry who?

Unknown: Henry Rivers.

I felt my blood run cold and my head goes blank. Ho-how in the world? After so long? Why? So many questions run through my head.

Unknown: Hello?

Claire: What do you want?

I felt a sudden lump in my throat an uncomfortable feeling in my heart grew. I was furious.

Henry: Not even a hi.

Claire: Listen SIR we have lived a very fulfilling life without you in our lives. So don’t even think about getting back in it. You’re dead to us and we plan to keep it that way.

I hit “Send” and switched off my phone. My mood was successfully ruined. He didn’t even have the guts to call me. Aunt Gina, Max, and I had a few random conversations before we went to bed. I went to bed with my mind in one hell of a roller-coaster. I tossed and turned for an hour before finally giving and going to the kitchen. I poured myself some juice and sat at the window.

Aunt Gina was a known fashion designer who works with famous brands. Her apartment is located in a good neighborhood and the view from the huge window is breathtaking. I was enjoying the taste of cold orange juice in my throat when I was startled out of my trans by the door when I went to I look through the peephole to see a tall man with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. He was the man Aunt Gina painted.