The Pester.

When Johnny left that evening I found myself all alone once again. The thought of what we have done never stopped hunting me. I kept thinking every-now-and-then. It seemed like I was judged by my conscience, this time around; has no good news for me. I was been judged in the wrong direction. I guess I was wrong! I shouldn't have engaged with Johnny in any intimate activities. But, it was too late now as I can't rewrite history or go back to fix what had been done. All I could do now is to avoid such from happening in the nearest future.

It was almost 6 pm and I was preparing to go for a walk in the backyard when all of a sudden my phone began ringing. 'That must be my bestie, Melinda. Perhaps, she was calling to check on me. I stretched my hand from the bed where I have lavishing my thoughts on what happened earlier on, between me and Johnny.

I did not bother to look at the name of the caller on my phone. It was never a problem because I thought that whoever was calling me at that mom