Regrets and Resolve

“Wha- Vincent….” She said her voice heavy with panting as she looked at him with horror. What was he going to do with her phone?

Without answering her she taped on the screen of her ringing phone answering the call.

“Hi, Ian,” he said as a way of greeting and blood drained from her face at the realisation that her brother was calling her at this time.

That’s right, he was supposed to visit their grandmother that night.

“She stopped by to pick a few things up,” Vincent answered, “she seemed tired so I didn’t let her drive back today. She will be there tomorrow,”

She wanted to scoff at that act he was putting on. He was so good at those that she almost believed him. That damned man.

“Alright man, I’ll let her know when she’s awake,” she said.

She glared up at him as he finished the call and threw her phone back on the pile of clothes.

“Untie me,” she defied but he only smiled at her.

“What are you doing?! Untie me already!” She repeated and he smirked this time.

“You think we’re done