This is the second break up Beth has gone through. It should have made her stronger but instead of holding prayer pamphlets she's cradling the phone.
Her Dad is boozed out somewhere, her sister is away for college, and her mother and brother are dead from a car wreck. It could have burned a hole with the way she's glaring at the piece of paper on her coffee table.
920-xxxxx
It wrote.
Her classmates got it; she copied it without anyone of them knowing. Who wants to get lit up with good Beth anyway?
Seeing her father's downfall, she swore never to drink and she did.
Yet, she's sure that everyone would be surprised if they found her dead on her room, overdosed. A letter would be too dramatic but maybe a little note to point out that her father did not kill her will suffice.
She unlocked her phone and dialed up the number.
"What?" An irritated, raspy voice answered.