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Some Hours Late**a Short Story** by emyblinkx(m): 11:55pm On Jun 13, 2016 |
[b][/b]One day, Erica was lying on her bed when she
got a call from her
boyfriend, Kyle.
Kyle: Baby, we need to talk.
Erica: What do u mean, Kyle?
Kyle: Something has cropped up…
Erica: What? What’s wrong? Is it bad?
Kyle: I don’t want to hurt you, Baby…
Erica suddenly got a sinking feeling in her
stomach. Oh my God, she
thought, I hope he doesn’t want to break up
with me. I love him so
much.
Kyle:Baby, are you there?
Erica: Yeah, I’m here. What is so important?
Kyle: I’m not sure if I should say it…
Erica: Well, you already brought it up, so
please just tell me.
Kyle: I’m leaving…
Erica: Baby, what are you talking about? I
don’t want you to leave me,
I love you.
Kyle: Not like that, I mean, I’m moving far
away.
Erica: Why? Your whole family lives here.
Kyle: Well, my father is sending me away to a
boarding school far
away.
Erica: I can’t believe this…
All of a sudden, Erica’s father burst into her
bedroom.
“Erica!” he yelled furiously. “What did I tell
you about talking to
boys?! Get off the d--n phone!!”
Erica pretended to hang up and her father
glared at her angrily for a
few moments, then left, slamming her
bedroom door behind him.
Kyle: Wow, your father sounds really mad.
Erica: You know how he gets… Anyway, I
don’t want you to go.
Kyle: Would you run away with me?
Erica: Baby, you know I would. I would do
anything for you, but I
can’t… You don’t know what would happen if
I did. My dad would
kill me!
Kyle: Its okay… I guess… I understand…
Erica: I can’t believe what’s going on.
Kyle: I need to give you something tonight
because I am leaving on
Flight 180 in the morning. I need to see you
now.
Erica: Ok, I’ll sneak out and meet you at the
park.
Kyle: Great. Meet you there in twenty
minutes.
The young lovers met each other at a nearby
park. When Erica laid
eyes on Kyle, she rushed over and gave him a
big hug. He squeezed
her tightly and kissed her on the cheek.
“Here you go,” he said, handing her a note.
“This is for you. I’ve got
to go.”
Erica was speechless and began to cry. Kyle
tried to comfort her.
“Baby, don’t cry,” he said, soothingly. “You
know I love you. But I
have to go.”
“Okay,” replied Erica sadly and they both
walked away.
When she got home, Erica took out the note
Kyle had given to her and
began reading it.
“Erica,
You probably already know that I’m leaving. I
knew it would be better
if I wrote you a letter explaining the truth
about how much I care
about you.
The truth is, is that I never loved you. I
hate you so much. Don’t you
ever forget that, B---h. I never cared about
you and never wanted to
talk to you or be around you all the time. You
really have no clue how
much I really hate you. Now that I am
leaving, I thought you should
know that I hate you with every ounce of my
being, B---h. You were
never good to me and you were never there
for me when I needed you.
I didn’t think I could ever hate someone as
much as I hate you right
now. I never want to see you again. For the
rest of my life, I will never
miss kissing you. I will never want to cuddle
up like how we used to. I
will never miss you and that is a promise. You
never had my love, and
I want you to remember that. You better
keep this letter because this
may be the last thing you have from me,
B---h. I hate you so much. I
never want you to contact me… Goodbye.
Kyle”
Erica was so shocked that she broke down
crying and threw the letter
into the garbage. Her heart ached and it felt
as if it would never stop
hurting. She just wanted to die.
The next day, Erica was still sad, depressed
and lonely. She got a
phone call from her best friend.
Friend: How are you feeling?
Erica: I still can’t believe this happened. I
thought he loved me.
Friend: Oh, with regards to that letter. Kyle
left me a message last
night. He told me to tell you to look in your
jacket pocket or
something…
Erica: Umm… Okay. Hold on.
Searching through the pockets of her jacket,
Erica found a small,
crumpled piece of paper. It read:
“Baby, I hope you find this before you read
my letter. I was afraid
your dad might find it and read it, so I
switched a few words… Here’s
the code: Hate = Love, Never = Always, B---
h = Baby. I hope you
didn’t take that seriously because I love you
with all my heart and it
was so hard to let you go. That’s why I
wanted you to run away with
me… Love, Kyle.”
Overjoyed, she picked up the phone.
Erica: Oh my God! It was all a big
misunderstanding. His note was
just a coded love letter! Kyle really does love
me! He must have
slipped the note into my pocket when he
hugged me in the park. I
can’t believe how stupid I’ve been!
Friend: LOL! OK, I’m happy for you, but I’ve
got to go. Call me later.
Erica: Bye. I’ll be here waiting for my baby
to call me!
After hanging up the phone, Erica sat down
on the sofa and turned on
the TV. There was a breaking news flash.
“An airplane has just crashed. Over 47 young
boys died and there
were no survivors. This is a tragedy we will
never forget. The plane
that crashed is Flight 180. It was on its way
to an all-boys boarding
school…”
Erica stared at the TV, open-mouthed as the
remote control fell from
her hands. She couldn’t believe it. Kyle was
dead and now, she had
nothing left to live for. She began shaking
and crying uncontrollably.
An hour later, with tears streaming down her
face, Erica went out to
the garage and fetched a can of gasoline.
She stood in the middle of
her front garden and poured the gasoline
over her head, then lit a
match. She went up like a human torch.
When her father came home from work, he
discovered her charred
remains in the driveway.
Later that day, her phone rang but there was
nobody there to answer it.
Someone left a message on the answering
machine:
“Hi, Baby! It’s Kyle! I guess you’re not
home. I just called to let you
know that I’m alive. I missed my flight
because I wanted to see you
one last time. I hope you are not worried
about me. Guess what? I had
a talk with my dad and he said I don’t have to
go to the boarding
school after all. So, I am staying here for
good. Isn’t that great?” 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: Some Hours Late**a Short Story** by Osjaay(f): 9:59am On Jul 10, 2016 |
[color=#006600][/color]stupid girl.as if the guy no go marry again now.if u die becox of someone. u are the greatest loser |
Re: Some Hours Late**a Short Story** by Nobody: 8:43pm On Jul 18, 2016 |
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