Page 184 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
I try Annabelle, but the phone rings and rings before going to voicemail. I try Nyx next, but his phone does the same.
As a last resort, I glance at my messages, seeing the only other person whose number I text.
Lucky.
My fingers move to the little icon at the top, and I click the unblock option. Close to a dozen messages appear on my screen, many of them telling me that I’d gotten things wrong and that he isn’t in a relationship.
I let the women’s hate fade into a blur in my mind as I type, testing my luck.
Dollancie:
Hey. You around? I really need someone to talk to right now.
Only if you do not have a girlfriend. Or a wife.
Those little dots give me a reason to breathe easier, even without knowing what he’ll say.
Lucky:
I’m single. Still single. And I’m around.
What’s up?
Dollancie:
I was meant to go to a party with my ex-boyfriend, but ended up elsewhere. Alone. He says the venue is close by, but I’m not sure I’m brave enough to walk it.
Lucky:
Where are you?
Dollancie:
Butterflies. Do you know it? It’s a terrifying place. I’m meant to be at Bluebells. I assume that’s nicer.
Lucky:
It’ll be a long walk from one to the other. Maybe thirty minutes.
Dollancie:
Great.
Lucky:
Why is he not picking you up?
Dollancie:
I can’t even get him to pick up his phone.
Lucky:
I told you not to give that loser a second chance.
Why did you get back with him?
Dollancie:
