messed with my mind

Vincenzo Moreno

I should be excited.

I should have my heart leap. I ought to grab the phone and hold it tight to my ear like a lifeboat. All these and more should have happened because Rina was calling.

Instead, I stared on as the phone rang. A part of me, a teeny weenie part, wondered why she called. But the other side of me which was numbed by horror overshadowed it. I was sober enough to see the phone call as a bad sign. We were feet apart. Only a stone throw from each other and she was calling? She was terrified of me.

No. I couldn’t shit myself any longer. The sooner I told myself the truth, the better for me. Rina wasn’t scared of me.

She wanted nothing to do with me. I wasn’t part of her future.

I looked away from the phone when it stopped blaring, and rose. I rose only to drop to the bed again.

I hadn’t felt this anxious for a while. The person responsible wasn’t lost to me. the old bastard, Russo. He messed with my mind.

What could I say? What exactly could I say when all o