"Ollie it's me""Yeah, I know it's you Amelia... you ruined my beauty sleep.""I need you to come over.""Amelia, as much as I would like to come over, sit on your futon and stare at your rack without you noticing, I just want to sleep.""Seriously, I need you to come over, I'm freaking out. This guy followed me home and won't leave."
That got his attention. As long as he had known her, Amelia had always attracted scores of men. It always made a pit in his stomach when she would tell him about the guys she would meet or bring home; especially when she was still going out with her hometown sweetheart. He tried to figure out in his head if he was scared for her or just jealous that it wasn't her that she brought home.
"Well, tell him you called the cops Amelia.""I've tried, but he still won't leave.""Where's Sonya, or Jenn? Please don't tell me you're by yourself in that house.""I am and I have Shelly's gun."
The pit in his stomach was growing, he felt like he was going to vomit, but then again that might of had more to do with three shots of scotch and the bean and cheese burritos he washed his Valium down with. He could barely believe his ears.
"At least tell me the gun isn't loaded...""No, it is.""Okay, is the safety on?""I'm not sure."
By now he was scrambling around his bedroom, slipping back into the clothes he tossed off earlier in the night.
"Christ, I'm leaving. Call the cops in five minutes, I'll be at your back door in five minutes, put your phone on vibrate."
For any other person getting that kind of distressed phone call would probably send them into a panic. This wasn't the first time he had to wake up in the middle of the night to come and bail her out. Three weeks ago he actually had to bail her out of jail after she got into a fight at a bar with a girl who stepped on her foot with stiletto heels at a club. She was always a handful.
[Continued Tomorrow]
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