Mood:  irritated

The phone began to ring loudly. She looked at it, read the name, and pressed the ignore button. The caller left no message. A few moments later the phone began to ring again. Again she looked at it and pressed ignore. She was in no mood to talk to the caller. After the third, fourth, and fifth calls she turned the phone off. She rotated the small device in her hand. It wasn’t long before the land line began to ring. Her eyes narrowed. She would have through it obvious she was unwilling to chat. The caller was now leaving messages which she muted the answering machine to. This behavior slightly confused her, since the caller had never been so persistent before. She decided the best way to ignore the calls was to sleep, so she went up the stairs into her room and flopped on the bed, asleep in moments.

            She was awoken not much later by a knock on the door. It surprised her. “Yes?” she queried. “It’s me,” a voice answered, “can I come in?”

            Her eyes narrowed. “No.” She was still unwilling to talk, and his presence irritated her.

            “Please?” He asked, “I want to talk to you.”

            She sniffed. “Yeah, you do now,” she scoffed quietly.

            “What is this?” He had heard her. “You want me to catch you, but with conditions?”

            “I don’t want to be used,” she returned, “I don’t want to be the one you go to just because you can’t be with her, or anyone else. I don’t want to be the one you go to just because I’m with someone else that you want to be around. I want to know you’re going to be here and not have to prepare myself to be let down. I don’t want to be the standby.” She finished, going silent. Suddenly, she wanted to run.

            She had to run, but she was trapped. She couldn’t believe she’d said everything that she wanted. He was blocking her door, or was he? Maybe if she opened the door fast enough, took him by surprise, she could get by. She put her shoes on quietly and pulled a sweatshirt over her head. She crept toward the door silently. With a bang the door flew open and she rushed out, only to be caught and held, fighting and struggling, in his arms. It was exactly where she wanted to be but she feared being there. After long minutes of hard fighting she accepted her captivity and laid her head against his chest. It was a relaxed, comfortable place she loved to be, but the problem was, she was never there for very long.