"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I'm doing good."
"That's good, um... listen Katie, I can't even imagine what you went through and I felt so terrible ever since I heard. Like I could've done something, maybe. I don't know. I just wanted to talk to you. I mean, I want to talk to you. I want to be with you, too. I don't know what I was thinking before. I was confused. I just needed some time to sort out what I want in life. But after this whole thing I realized all I want is you. Talk to me, Katie. I need to hear your voice. I need to see you again. Can I see you?"
Katie listened to his emotional rant as her heart fluttered in her chest. Her throat got tight and her eyes welled up with tears from all the emotion dammed up behind them. "I missed you," she said.
She could hear Josh crying on the other end. "I missed you too, babe. I love you. And I want to ask you something else. I want to move in with you, Katie. All that unsureness is gone, I promise. I never want to let you go again."
Katie's heart was alight with love. She squeezed her eyes shut, elated at the words she was hearing. If she had any rationality in that moment, it would have told her to take a minute and think about what she was doing, to think about all of the bad things he'd ever done to her, all the times when he treated her like she was nobody. But Katie completely ignored that voice if it was speaking to her at all.
"Picture it," Josh continued. "Just you and me living in our own house. We could even get married. I'd do it for you. A nice big two- or three-story house. We could do it, Katie; my job's been real good to me lately. I could make you dinner every night. I'd treat you like a princess. Jewelry, shoes, nice dresses. Whatever you want, babe, because I love you. I'll get you all the dresses you want. You pick it and I'll get it and lay it out for you. What do you say?"
Katie's smile slumped into a frown. All the love and overwhelming emotions she felt dissolved as he talked. She felt a cold change in the air and there was a sound that she wasn't sure she actually heard like iron bars closing over her, trapping her in. As she stared blankly at the TV with her cell phone held up to her ear, the whole living room drained of color until it was a bleak gray.
"What do you say, Katie? Say yes."
She cleared her throat. "Actually, I already found someone."
"...What?"
"You heard me," she said. "You had your chance with me, Josh, and you blew it. You blew it one too many times. I never had the guts to say this to you before, but I deserve better than you."
He was still stuck on her first sentence. "You found someone else?"
"That's right," Katie said. "Me and my man will be just fine without you. Oh, and Josh? Don't ever call me again." She ended the call and tossed her cell phone to the other end of the couch, then she looked at the top of the couch next to her head. "Isn't that right, Hero?"
The black cat hopped down and settled next to her. She pet him as he curled up and started purring.
"I think we're going to be just fine," she said, turning up the volume on the movie and stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. And she knew she would; having found the courage to stand up for herself and tell others "no", she found a happiness she had never known.
THE END
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He began writing in 1994 at age seven, embarking on a long journey of spinning strange and scary tales, penning many short stories and partial novels as a hobby.
He is also the author of the Zombie Apocalypse Series and he's currently writing many more creepy tales!
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