One more call

You sighed as the phone rang again. It was a different number this time. “Hello this is Amy.” “H-Hey Amy.” Your eyes narrowed. “Beth.” “H-How are you?” “What do you want?” “I…I know our last conversation did not end wonderfully….” “Bye, Beth.” “Amy, wait!” “What…do…you want, Beth!” “I…I was hoping to meet.” “No. Bye, Beth.” “Wait! Please, please I…I…I am sorry. God, am I sorry! There are no words that I can offer…” “Beth, I’m tired. I want to go to bed. I don’t want to meet you, see you, talk to you, hear your voice. I am a single mother and I am happy with my life. So thanks for calling, goodbye.”

“WAIT!!!! Please….I…I…I can’t have children! Well any more children. I…since I did that inexcusable thing, it…I have been drifting. No dates, struggling to keep a job…and I went through m-my first hot flush! Please can’t I help you with our child? And can you help me? Please?” You feel severe irritation. Why can’t she take a hint? “I can’t help you. And she is not a brat or your child. She is mine alone. Bye.” You disconnected the call and blocked her. You sighed as the missed calls begun to increase. You just wanted to masturbate with your vibrators! Why couldn’t she take a hint? What happened first to her and now Terry was fair. You put the phone and silence and rest your head on the bed. Why was everything so complicated?