It was Christmas Day. The presents have been opened and dinner has been eaten. We were watching a movie when my cell phone rang. I excused myself from the family and went somewhere private to take the call.
“Hey girl!” he said to me before I had the chance to even say hello.
“Hi there.” I replied softly.
“She’s gone to visit her family. Can I see you now?” he asked with an urgency in his voice.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he lied.
“Don’t lie to me,” I snapped calling him on it.
“She won’t be gone long.” He admitted.
“I am not some dirty little secret of yours!” I yelled at him I was pissed. How dare he? “We are supposed to be friends! It should matter what we were to each other. What matters is who and what we are now. I will always love you, but I am not your damned whore!”
“I never said you were.” He chimed in, sounding defensive.
“You thought it! That’s bad enough. I’m your friend! Or don’t you get the meaning of that word?”
“I’m sorry,” he replied shakily.
“Yeah, me too.” I said softly as I ended the call.
