The Ex's Visit

Frustrated as I am, I cry my all inside the cab, and scream a lot while the driver just stares at me, “What?” I hiss at him.

“I said what’s your destination?”, the driver asks, slightly upset with my attitude.

“Just keep on going and circle around the city. I’ll pay you just don’t stop driving,” I rudely say to him.

“Lady, I am running by meter, are you sure-”, the driver doubts my financial capability. I wonder if I look poor to him.

“Yes, and just so you know I am pretty damn rich, so please just drive and let me have my sentiments,” I yell at him. I look at the outside city and breathe through the window to relieve my stress.

Wasted and distressed, I didn’t notice that there were ten missed calls from a restricted number. So when it calls again, I manage to answer it. My mood is still off so I rudely take the call, “Who the hell is this?”

“Where are you, Avery?” the cold voice questions without answering mine.

“And why would I tell you when you can’t even answer mine?”, I launch my