Im starting 2 feel lyk a pest. I dnt knw y Im so worried. I knw ur ok. Call me pls.
Ok. Im drivin to ur house nw. I rilly nid 2 c u. R u ok!
Ur sister says ur nt in Lagos y dnt u tell me. And u left her alone. Im staying wit her.
Chris looked at the screen of the phone without really seeing it, mumbling the words to himself like a strange mantra. This Agnes wasn’t the one he’d known – wasn’t the Agnes he had dated, the one that had nearly driven him out of his mind. This Agnes was…
Waist creaking like the crank-arm of an old out-of-use generator, Chris walked to the refrigerator and took out the lone Stout bottle. He would need a refil soon enough – but he needed to clear his head.
A smile creased his sore lips at that thought. A drink to clear his head. Indeed.
But thinking about the past few days were hard. He knocked back a gulp of the icy Stout and winced as the frigid liquid seared his throat. And then it hit his belly – and a pleasant feeling unfurled in his limbs. Yes. So necessary.
His mind focused on Temi for a moment; bringing an unsavory taste to his mental buds – and he discarded the thought quickly. I’ll figure that one out when I need to; he thought.
But where does Agnes feature in this picture?
What does she want?
The vibrating motions of something in his right hand startled him – and he almost flung the BB away in fright. He smiled self-consciously and looked at the phone screen – and the smile slowly disappeared.
“Chris – ”
“Agnes…this is irritating. Why don’t you just tell me – what do you want?!”
“Oh Chris – ” her voice faltered. “You know, I’ve just been thinking…there are so many things I should have talked to you about…”
“And you want to talk – NOW?!” he could feel the familiar trembling begin in his hand, and he closed his fist around the Stout bottle. Lord help me.
“We don’t always know what to do, baby. I don’t…I didn’t have it all figured out.”
He sighed. “And you do now?”
“I think so…or at least I know more now than I did when we were together…”
“Agnes…what are you saying?”
“Come home, Chris. Rachel has been crying since – and me; well…I miss you.”
Her chuckle stirred something in his chest. “Come home, Chris.”
The connection ended.
A few minutes later, Chris had packed his bags and was heading to the bathroom before he realized he had done anything.
What am I doing?