#seanbatemn

I bit my tongue, until my office phone went off. “Patrick?” A voice came, which was Jean’s. I felt my voice rising, “What?!” She stuttered, perhaps taken a back by my abrupt voice.”Robert —” But before she could even say the name I tried not to shout, “Just….say…..no!” With that, I turned off the speaker on the phone, glancing back down to my cellular device.  

[sms]: how did you even get my number?

I felt myself wincing when reading the text, almost unable to comprehend how Sean was able to get a hold of my cellular number. Placing the phone down, I contemplated what I should text him next, finding myself dreading the fact that he’ll most likely won’t leave me alone; although it’s hard to tell, because Sean is busy doing whatever the fuck he does in Camden. Picking the phone back up, I started to text. 

Reading the messages I took a deep sigh to myself, clutching phone in hand, wondering if I should even bother. I pause.