A friend

‼️NOTE‼️

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE/ASSAULT

Please skip if sensitive

Arthur finished his work at around 8:30 p.m. and started preparing to go home. As he cleared his table, his eyes fell on the empty bowl on his desk.

He couldn’t believe he actually finished the biscuits Anita made for him.

‘But that doesn’t mean anything. I was hungry and had to eat something.’ He thought, picking up the bowl and throwing it into the trash can.

On his way out of the office, he finally took a look at his phone after a long day and saw several missed calls from Derick.

Also, there were missed calls from the recent phone number Anita used to reach out to him.

“What the hell. Why are there so many missed calls from Derick?” He mumbled in surprise.

Hopping into his car, he clicked on Derick’s phone number and put his phone on speaker. Gunning his engine, he made his way out of the parking lot, waiting for Derick to pick up.

Derick finally answered the phone after he recalled his phone number about three t