"Did you say you were in the hospital? What happened to you?" Her words fell on my ears, and the first thing I wanted to do was to scream at her for pretending to care. I held back my words in my throat, and cooked up a story for her.
"The sprain in your ankle, is it that terrible?" I heard her say that, and I had to give it to her. She was really doing an outstanding job at pretense. Maybe it would have been best if she had been nominated for an Oscar!
"I will call you later. I have something to attend to." I hung up the call, before she said anything and pushed my phone back into my purse.
Sighing, I placed my hands on the handle, pushing it down, while opening the door. With force, the door came slamming into my forehead and I winced, my eyes turning red in anger. I stepped away from the back of the door only to meet a figure twice my size.
I raised my neck to meet his eye level, my palms rubbing my forehead slightly.
