I need you

My phone lit up, and I wondered who the fuck it was. I changed my number. I answered the phone and the voice that came through made the glass bottle that was in my hand fall on the flour shattering to pieces.

It sounded desperate and in need. The old me would have cared, but that person no longer exists.

“How the fuck did you get my number?” my voice coming out harsher than I intended all the better

“That’s the first thing you have to say didn’t you hear me say I need you ”

“It’s fine, I’ll just get a new one,” I hissed and hung up my phone in his face.

I don’t know why he bothered to call.

My phone rang again, and I answered it. “What the fuck do you want, Clay?”

“I’m coming over” I go to ask him what, but he hangs up the phone.

Coming over? what the fuck? How does he know my address? I’m in the middle of nowhere.

Rushing around in panic, I tried to find my phone book. Someone from my team will be fired. No one was supposed to find me.

I stiffened when I heard a knock on the door