A coffee-brown haired femme sits cross-legged on her navy blue Egyptian cotton dressed king bed. Her coral gel manicured fingers hold her smart phone to her right ear. Her head tilts back on the tan colored tufted headboard behind her. She gleefully chats with her supportive mother.
“This romantic weekend away for Christmas was ALL his idea…” she says then pauses to listen to her mother’s reply.
Her eyes stare into the ceiling in a dreamy daze while listening on the call.
“YES! I can tell mom… ” she says reassuringly. “My ring is coming. I always knew he was the one,” she sighs in relief.
The pleasant ping of another call chimes through.
“Speaking of…” cutting off her mother’s sentence.
“…he’s on the other line. Call you later mom. Love you,” she says before switching lines to answer the other call.
“Hey” his voice says in a rushed monotone.
“HI baaa…” she gleams until she she is cut off.
“How are you?,” he abruptly ends her sentence.
I’m Great!…but…uhh…Soooo…when should I be ready for our weekend away?” her excitement divulges.
“well uhm… That’s what I was calling to say…” he slowly states.
Her pink glossed smile turns to a frown.
“That may not be happening,” he spews out.
Her heart hammers through her chest to release from its agony.
“…but you promised!…especially since you didn’t even get to meet my family on Thanksgiving,” she pleas.
“I know. I know,” he says.
“I have another surprise for you though… N-New Y-Year’s, N-New Year’s Eve is going to be great for us!” He delivers in an upbeat stutter.
“Ohhhhh,” an exhausted sigh releases from her mouth. “So, I have to wait another month to be with you?”
Her eyes squint and scan the room while searching her thoughts.
“Listen, don’t be upset. I just have a lot with work and my mom,” he insists.
“This is not a real relationship!” her voice raises. “I haven’t even met your friends or family…”
“YOU WILL!” he yells.
“You will baby…soon,” his voice lowers to calm the brewing storm.
She hears the creaking of a door squeak open then closed in the distance behind him.
“Hi honey!…the business trip got cancelled,” a mature womanly voice announces after her entrance into the room he’s seated in.
The sound of steady high heel taps get louder as they near him.
“Hi baby!,” he replies to this mysterious figure followed by the smack of a lip to lip kiss.
“Umm…hello?,” she says confused and almost speechless by the realization.
“Oh yea, so, Rob I’ll call you later. My fiance just got home,” his cheerful voice declares before ending the call.
“Wait! What?! ROB!…are you kidding asshole?” rolls off her tongue.
The call ends before the last of her words are audible.
“I don’t believe this SHIT!” she pouts while eyeing her pre-packed silver upright suitcase.
Her legs unravel and swing to hit the floor. She digs her index finger and thumb into her mouth to take out her dental retainer and place it in the blue plastic case on her night stand. Her feet scamper across the room to grab a worn pair of jeans and pink sweatshirt on the walk-in closet floor.
“This bitch thinks she can step in and ruin my life?! ” she screams. “Who the hell does she think she is?”
She ferociously grunts while stumbling to quickly get dressed.
As she walks from the bedroom, through the hall, to the small cottage’s front door; her angry foot thumps cause the fish residing in the narrow through-way to jostle around.
“I love him. I can’t lose him,” she thinks to herself. “When the hell did he get engaged?”
Her right hand reaches forward, turns the gold knob and …her feet are unexpectedly glued to the cherry wood floor.
“No,” she tells herself softly.
Her eyes shut into a tight squeeze. Wells of water form under each eye as she closes the door and pivots back to her bedroom. The droplets scorch down her face while she slowly treads back to her bedroom. Her jeans followed by her sweatshirt are removed from her slim frame in a slothful manner when she reaches her bed. They lay inside-out on the floor near where she stands. Half dressed she plops on the bed face first while her wailing is muffled by the pillows surrounding her.
“Bing, bong bing,”Her smart phone cheerfully chimes in the back pocket of her jeans on the hardwood floor.
The simultaneous vibrating & ring make her pause and roll her body towards the music coming from her gadget. Her right arm dangles over the side of the bed and snatches the phone from the floor. The screen reads ‘Jonathan’ while continuing to scream and shake its alert in her hand. She stares at the screen, wipes a tear, and places the phone on the nearby nightstand.
Seconds later the chiming and shaking starts again.
“Bing, bong, bing, bing, bong…” it attempts to tempt her.
…but it rings and rings…