“I dont want to talk about it.” She texted him. She refused to call him. He had been calling her, trying to talk to her. He was convinced that they were having a misunderstanding and if he could only get her to pick up the phone. Its so hard to convey through a character limiting text, tone and emotion, and right now the emotion that he had was pain mixed with a bit of frustration.”You are trying to make me feel guilty, I am not falling for your game.” But it wasnt a game his heart was on the line.
He walked up and down the streets of his neighbor hood, fussing, pleading, arguing silently over the phone with a girl he had not seen for almost three months. It had gotten so bad that the slightest misunderstanding was earth shattering and threatened to pull apart the thinly glued together alliance. An alliance that was threatened among other things, another guy. He had invested so much into her, he though in terms of time, and love, but he couldn’t ignore the substantial monetary investment he had put into the relationship. An invest that was never matched, or even comparable to what she had put it. Weeks ago he had just sent her a necklace for valentines day. Surely, he thought, surely that will get her attention back on me. And for a day or two it had. But being distant from a girl who liked attention from anyone who would give it, was a dangerous game he was willing to play.
“Oh, okay, well I guess you didn’t do anything wrong.” she finally admitted through text. Finally! He was elated, he had proved that he was not at fault, he knew he was innocent and it was simply a misunderstanding, and proving it to her had been a lengthy forty five minute investment, but it was so worth it, in his mind. He didn’t have anyone else. He had given her so much, why give up at this point, even though he was aware of how hurtful the relationship was to him at this point. She readily admitted it, flaunted it in front of him, threatening him constantly by bringing up her medical condition. She blackmailed him to her whim, if he did the slightest thing unpleasing to her, well her condition was brought up and she cant have unneeded stress, she promised to not talk to him, until a time of her choosing.
About Me
- S.R. Alexander
- Washington DC, United States
- Following the footsteps of literary greats, I use a pen name in replace of my birth name. It is not that I am ashamed of my work, and thus put a pseudo name in front of it, but rather that I need the freedom to speak without the worries of my fame or infamy disrupting the peace of my private life. In short I am Clark Kent and Alexander is Superman.