Chapter 12: Living in a web of lies
[Hey, Fil. I saw your truck in my place this morning. I wonder why it was here? Is everything okay?]
Fil listened to Vincent's voicemail after spending her entire morning in Jackson's arms. Her hair was still damp as she just finished showering while Jackson was still inside. Yes, she even showered with him. She already lost her mind.
"Right..." she whispered, remembering she parked her truck in its designated slot near his. "I forgot about that detail."
Fil pressed her lips into a thin line as she gripped her phone tightly. She then held the phone with both her hands, typing her response, only to stop midway.
[If you want revenge and want assistance, you have to bear in mind you can't pity them. Even the slightest.]
Answering and making excuses to not make Vincent 'misunderstand' was the same as going into bad habits. Even though the excuse she would tell him was a lie, why would she text him? Shouldn't she call him? After all, what she needed right now was enough reason to hate him.
Also, she wanted to see if Vincent would sound different.
Would he talk to her without a trace of guilt? It wasn't like she was hopeful, but with all that she found out in a short span of time, she wanted to see things differently.
With that thought in mind, Fil unhesitatingly called him back. It was a little later than usual as she would always call him back, but she still tried. Much to her surprise, Vincent answered after two rings. That was unusual.
"Fil?" called Vincent from the other end of the line. "Is everything alright?"
"Hmm?" she hummed.