Her Calling

T H I R T Y

T H I R T Y
alessia cara, trust my lonely.

I woke up the following morning still feeling quite moody, all I knew was I was done crying over Alpha's. I would not let out a single drop for another one ever again.

Finishing up my morning routine I head into my kitchen and make some bacon and eggs whilst toasting up my bread. It was a quiet Saturday morning and I was grateful.

Just as I had sat down on my couch ready to watch the latest Prodigal Son episode my ringtone slices through the silence. I place my mug onto a coaster before picking up the device.

Amir

Flashes before my eyes and I nearly want to chuck the phone into the dustbin. Is it really him or is it Raheem, if it is him is he calling because he wants to speak to me or want to interrogate me. As I'm still deciding whether or not I want to pick up he hangs up.

My lips automatically making a small unhappy pout, what if it were him and he just wanted to talk. I tap his name and return the call, he picks up almost immediately.

"Gee, I nearly thought you had decided to write me off too."

I laugh lightly, "Sorry, I thought it might be him or you might be calling to speak about him and I could really do with neither." Before he gets to respond I say, "Woah, woah... did you say write you off too? If anything I got written off. I'm not the one doing the writing off." I scoff.

It's not like I cared as much anymore but still, he better get his facts straight. I'm not the one who... well, technically I did tell him to go home but I apologised and took that back so, yeah. I'm not the one who told anyone to leave.

He did it all on his own, rejected my calls all on his own, didn't text back all on his own. So, he wrote me off all on his own. I just accepted it.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry I used the wrong wording. However, I'm only calling to hear about you, how are you?"

I explained that I'd be having my breakfast in between as I put him on speaker and began telling him how I was doing. Shoving pieces of the food in my mouth when he took over and spoke.

We spoke for quite a while, my plate and mug discarded into the sink as I now just sat on the couch staring at the paused television screen.

I let out a heavy sigh before I asked, "How is he?"

Would he be perfectly fine, would he be distraught, does he in the slightest bit still care about me. Did he ever?

I try to discard that last thought, of course he did. I mean... he did, right?

Before I can do further damage Amir finally speaks, "He's been better... I don't fully understand why he did that, not sure Khalil understands either but yeah. He's not doing that great, you are his other half and..." he trails off but I don't hear anyone or anything in the back so he's holding off.

"What? Just say it."

I had already brought him up, he might as well say all he wanted about Raheem. With all the thoughts that I've tried to suppress and the ones that are too dominant, I've thought the worst of the worst. There's really nothing that I could hear that could beat out the overthinking I've done.