Chapter 7
"You know that after what happen, the police wanted you for a statement. What happen to you? Where did you go?"
"I had to take care of some things.. you know?" Her small voice seams frighten.
She's been on the phone since I got back.
I can hear the voice at the other end. It's male and quite angry. He's been asking her to come in, but she seams reluctant.
I hope she doesn't.
"Hey, I still have your check her.. Are you coming in to get it? I need to see you…we miss you, I miss you"
"Um" she takes a deep breath. "I don't know Miguel, I still feel weird about coming back, it's only been a few months. I still don't feel up for it". She closes her us. Waiting for his reply. Her hands are holding the phone, she's slowly moved her body on the couch in the fetal position. She seams afraid, the if his voice could come out of the phone and hurt her.
"OK, don't worry about it, Angela's been covering your shifts and Jess has been taking your appointments. But still you have to tell me if you're really coming back or not" he huffs. "I need to know for sure. Remember that you still owe me. And I if you're not here working I'll just have to seen your appointments over to you, so that you can pay be back".
She quicky sits up, "NO, it's OK, I'll get you the money. It's just that I need a little more time and/.." "TIME, you'" he interrupts her.
"Now I need to see you or else I'm sending him there". And he hangs up.
Her face is a mask of worry.
I can see her eyes glaze over, as the panic attack takes over.