Why Was She So Mad at Me?

My heart soared as I reached the on-ramp with no further issues. Merging with traffic I was grateful for the perceived anonymity that came from being among the other vehicles on the road. Anxious to leave town I navigated to the passing lane and fell behind an older Toyota Tacoma going 10 over the limit.

I had never felt more alone than I did at that moment. No one even knew I was going away. I hadn’t spoken with any of my friends since the disastrous trip to the house by the river. Although I missed all of them, I longed to reach out to Lilly most, to hear her calm voice tell me everything was going to be okay.

Now that I was learning what Clay might be capable of my eyes were opening to who he really was instead of the man I had imagined. Maybe Lilly would talk to me again if she knew I wasn’t with him any longer.

Anxiously I scrolled through my contacts as I kept my car at a steady 75 mph. After I hit the phone icon next to her picture I switched the device over to bluetooth so I could keep both hands on the wheel. The phone rang four times and just as I was sure it would go to voicemail Lilly answered in a tone much cooler than the one with which she had used to greet me in the past.

Saddened by the distance I felt between us I forced myself to speak. “How are you? So much has happened. I need to talk to you.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I want to hear about it,” she replied tersely.

I bristled. I knew she didn’t approve of my relationship, and in hindsight she wasn’t wrong, but why did she sound so mad at me?

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that I finally understand why you had such an issue with Clay,” I began.

“Listen, what is happening between the two of you is really none of my business. You made it perfectly clear where your loyalties were,” she stated hotly.

“What do you mean?” I asked, intentionally keeping my inflection flat to avoid sounding defensive.

“When we were together that weekend it was obvious you only wanted to be with him. My feelings are hurt and it seems like I’ve lost my best friend. You haven’t been yourself since you met him.”

“I tried to spend time with you. What was I supposed to do, just leave him by himself?” My voice rose with my frustration.

“Nothing. Look, I have to run. Let’s catch up later,” she said just before disconnecting the call.

Vexed by Lilly’s attitude I tossed my phone onto the passenger’s seat and gripped the wheel with both hands until my knuckles were white.

This post is in response to the daily writing prompts Vex and is part of something longer I am working on.

This post is a part of the story about the ex and comes after Was He Trying to Kill Me?

7 thoughts on “Why Was She So Mad at Me?”

  1. Reblogged this on Go Dog Go Café and commented:
    Welcome Dee Kelly to the Go Dog Go Café and Pay It Forward Thursday. I have been reading her blog long enough to see it transform from a journey of self-affirmation and growth following a divorce to a serial psychological thriller about a woman escaping a manipulative man who seemed to be “perfect” but turned out to be anything but perfect… Jump in anywhere… it is not being told in linear fashion, but the writing is more than solid and the suspense enough to keep you coming back for more. Welcome Dee!

    — Stephen

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