The Winter Rollercoaster

Part Six : Unexpected Callings

While Anthony had gotten drunk (and later arseholed), Megharleen was coming to terms with the fact she was twitterpatted.
And she had no clue ...
No clue that Anthony had been drinking (his way to trouble) ...
He had been the only thought on her mind ever since he had come to terms with the fact she was in love with him.
Megharleen left the Spencers house in a haze.
Unconditionally.
Thoughts danced in her mind ...
Like how people dance during celebrations ...
Megharleen was too engrossed in her thoughts the whole ride home that she did not notice that she had reached home until she heard her mother snap.
'Harleen !'
'Sorry mom.'
Megharleen jumped out of the car and sprinted into the house, her mind still on Anthony. She ran into her room, only to startle her sister, who had come to take her flip flops back.
'Sorry Kenny.'
'No problem.'
Megharleen quietly changed out of the outfit she had worn for dinner and slipped into her pyjamas. She was still in thought as she brushed her teeth.
She was waiting for his reply.
What will he say ?
Megharleen made her way to the bed. She grabbed her phone off the bedside table and checked for any new messages.
None.
Megharleen felt her heart sink.
I can wait. I can, can't I ?
Yes, I can ...
Megharleen gently laid back onto the huge pillow and shut her eyes, the phone back on the bedside table.
It might have been a night of proper sleep for her, but ...
Around two in the morning, Megharleen was awakened by the rings of her phone.
Who would even bother to call at this time ? And that too, who would call me ?
Megharleen checked the name through her half open eyelids.
Anthony.
Are you okay ?
Megharleen forced herself to open her eyes as she attended the call. She quietly whispered ...
'Anthony ?'
It wasn't Anthony though. A rough voice answered her ...
A drunk voice ...
'Hellaa darlin.'
Megharleen froze. Holding her breath, she quietly responded.
'Anthony ? What's wrong ?'
'Anthony ain't here, darlin. Lettus talk.'
Fear crept into Megharleen's voice.
'Who is this ? Who are you ? Where's
Anthony ?'
'Anthony ain't here, darlin. Why doncha talkta me ?'
'I'm sorry, I don't know you. Bye.'
Megharleen hung up on the call, only for her phone to ring again. Terrified at the idea of her parents hearing the sound, she hastily attended the call.
'Wassup darlin ?'
She held her breath.
'Who are you ?'
'Mathew, darlin. You wanna piece of meh ?'
She didn't answer.
'Whas wrong ? Scared ?'
She kept quiet.
A roar made her leap.
'SPEAK UP, YA FILTHY BITCH ! IF YOU AIN'T GONNA SPEAK UP, I'LL MAKE YA !'
'Please, leave me alone.'
'I WON'T ! NOT UNTIL YA TALK !'
She relented, and started talking.
'Alright, we'll start with your name.'
'Mathew.'
'How're you ?'
'Imma okay.'
'Okay.'
'Lemme tell ya somethin.'
'Okay.'
'I love ya.'
What ? What ? Spare me !!
'Dincha hear meh ? I said I love ya !'
'I've to go. Please.'
'NO. YA HAFTA STAY ! YA HEAR ?'
'I can't. I'm sorry.'
She hung up on the call.
The phone rang again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Fearing her parents, Megharleen attended the call.
'Please, leave me alone. I don't even know you.'
'TALK TO ME, YA BITCH! OR ELSE I'LL MAKE YOU !'
Megharleen could hear heavy steps on the other end. She quietly waited.
And the rough voice spoke again, but not to her ...
'Hey, Anthony, bruh, do meyya favour. Dis gal's hot. Teller to talk to me, woncha ?'
Anthony ? Anthony ! What happened to you ?
And then, she heard Anthony's voice.
Ohh no ... Anthony ... What's happening ?
She was scared, and realized the truth ...
Anthony was drunk ...
Drunk ... Ouch.
Megharleen feared drunk people.
Scary ...
She waited even though she didn't want to. And she heard it ...
The sounds of a scuffle. The shouts. The punches. The yells.
Who's he fighting ?
After ten minutes, she heard a rough whisper.
Anthony ...
Without waiting for more, Megharleen hung up on him, in a desperate attempt to calm her fear. She switched off her phone and put it back on the table, her eyes staring at the ceiling which she could not see in the dark.