Her Unknown Responsibilities

The Phone Call That Lasts Hours

I woke up this morning and decided to do some school work. "Ugh, I hate this," I say to myself. I can't focus because of the piece of paper I have in my jacket pocket. I don't know if I should text him or if I should just leave it alone. To be honest, when I got home that day I saw Dominic so maybe that's a sign I shouldn't because the last guy I dated which was barely a relationship didn't end well. Ben was the only guy that didn't care about Dominic and his threats but that relationship went down the drain because he is just like every other guy.

I'm fine with being alone it is less drama and I can focus on myself more. But this guy won't get off my mind. Maybe I should text him. He probably won't answer any way he seems like the type of guy to give his number to everyone. To be honest I'd rather call so I'm just going to do that instead.

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(Hours later still on the phone)

L: So let us talk about you. What are your parents' names?

A: Well... I don't know who my dad is and my mothers' name is Laura but we don't talk much. How about you?

L: oh well... umm

A: It's fine we don't have to talk about it

L: Oh no it's fine... my mom is Rachel and I've never met my dad as well. I used to ask about him but I could see it made my mom sad so I stopped. he wasn't very good to her.. sorry I probably sound complicated. Do you ever ask about your dad?

A: No me and my mom aren't really on speaking terms but I do wonder who he is but the more I think about it the angrier I get. Not knowing sucks but what if he's the person they keep telling me about. What am I gonna do with a dad who's in prison and doesn't anything about me?

L: oh... Well do you want to talk about it I'm a pretty good listener.

A: I don't know you might go running my family is a bit much.

L: I don't think anything could scare me away from you.

A: okay but it's your funeral. My mother left my sisters and me when I was six but before she used me as her "money maker". She would keep me out of school to go sit on the side of the road for hours in the heat, rain, cold it didn't matter. All that mattered to her was that she got her drugs with her boyfriend. Everyone in my family thinks I'm the lucky one but I have nightmares and anxiety and I'm a huge overthinker which causes me to have breakdowns and get depressed.

L: I'm so sorry.. you don't have to continue

A: My mother messed me up badly. We need to talk about something else this subject is depressing...

L: Favorite color... how's that?

A: Well I don't have one but if I had to choose there would be more than one. Probably blue, red, black, and white. I don't know I'm just weird.

L: No that's not weird at all. I completely agree, plus having just one favorite color is kind of cliche.

A: True, well it getting late so I'll talk to you later maybe

L: Yeah I'll call you tomorrow.

A: Okay bye.

L: Bye

I think that that was the longest I've been on the phone this someone before. Wow...