Platters

ERIKA

"Date? No, Metin. You're reading it wrong. I was just meeting to talk, this isn't a date," she said, trying to clear it out something he was hinting at from before.

"Are you kidding me? Why can't it be a date, Erika? You owe it to me," he was persistent and his voice sounded aggressive enough.

"No I don't-"

"Yes, you fucking do, you whore. You're sleeping around with that bastard, aren't you?" Metin barked at her through the phone, shocking her out of her core because she had never imagined the shift in demeanour, especially from him. He had called her a whore, he was using rash language and a tone that cannot be excused because he was drunk. But she was shellshocked, she didn't know if she should even try to respond to that or hang up because she was scared it would only escalate.

"Excuse me- what did you just say?"

"Answer my fucking question, bitch!" Metin yelled again, his voice sounding like it was not even his anymore, like she was talking to someone completely alone and i