Tom

My phone buzzes…it’s Tom.

I look at my phone and see the Tom has called and text me what seems to be around a million times…all angry and upset,obviously.

He’s calling again, I immediately answer.

“Hello?”

“Emily what the fuck? How could you do this to me?”

I suppose there’s no point beating around the bush.

“Look Tom, I’m not going to be difficult or anything but I’m sorry and I’ll be over later to get my stuff…goodbye”

I put the phone down before Tom can start a screaming match.

Time to go.