“Lucas, I think you are drunk and you should probably go to bed.” I tried to sooth him but he was having none of that.
“No. You need to let me say this. I thought you were a great lay in my dad’s Bentley. I did. That was a lot of fun.” His words ran almost seamlessly from one into the next. “There aren’t that many girls who would put out like that. I really appreciate it.”
“Good night, Lucas.”
“No! No, wait.” I swear I could smell the alcohol and the sweat coming through my phone. I knew that he was drunk and that anything he said I should probably take with a grain of salt. But I wasn’t prepared for what came next.
“I’m trying to tell you something. Will you listen?”
“Make it quick.” I sighed.
“Make it quick? You’ll sit and listen to me for as long as it takes. What, do you have some episode of Housewives to watch? Just listen to me for a fucking minute, okay?”
I waited and said nothing.
“Are you still there?”
“Yes, Lucas. Please continue.” If there was one thing I hated it was talking to drunk people on the phone. But I was curious what Lucas had to say. Sad as that may have sounded it was true.
“I’m going to have a new stepmother.” He blathered. “My father went ahead and made the dumbest decision in his whole life. He asked Jenna to marry him.”
“Oh, well, that’s got to be hard for you, Lucas.” I tried to amuse him but the pity party was in full swing.
“It’s all over. My dad will lose his money. He’ll give her control and she’ll spend every last dime within five years the old man will be bankrupt.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you, Lucas. You’re a trust fund baby. You won’t ever be poor. Okay, have a good night.”
“Wait! Wait!” He shouted into the phone. “That isn’t all.” He was quiet for a second as he gathered up his words and tried to spit them out in some kind of order. “I’m moving to New Hampshire. For good. My dad and Jenna think it would be a good idea for me to live there permanently. My dad has a small office there that he wants me to help grow. If that doesn’t sound like a load of horse shit I don’t know what does.”
“Oh, gosh. I’m really sorry, Lucas.” I sympathized. “That’s got to feel like you pulled the ripcord on your parachute and nothing but dishes and silverware came out.”
“Very funny. I’m glad you think its funny.”
See, this was why I hated talking to drunk people. They never understand what you are saying and continually look for fights.
“No, Lucas. I’m being sincere. But I’ll bet when you wake up in the morning you’ll feel better and see things more clearly.
“Is that what you think?” he whined. “You just have all the answers don’t you, Telula. Well, I just wanted to tell you that you’ll have to find some other way to get around since using my family cars for your fucking is off limits. Guess you’ll just have to find a motel or a gangway to do all your dirty business.”
“That’s what you called to tell me?” I choked.
“ Well, that is where most hookers to their work, right? When they can’t do it in a car, I guess. But you never asked for any money so I guess you’re not a hooker. You’re just a slut.”
I bit my tongue to keep the tears way back behind my eyes.
I tried to remind my self that he was drunk and guys would say anything and everything when they are drunk. But it was no consolation. He wouldn’t have said any of it had he not thought it in the first place.
Who was I to get angry, really? I did those things. I made it easy for him to put a target on my back and well, I did have sex with him both times I saw him.
If he only knew I hadn’t been with anyone else. If he only knew how I had a secret wish every time the phone rang or I got an email that it might be him maybe he wouldn’t have said these things. Then again, he probably would have. That was how he operated.
“I’m glad you were able to get that off your chest, Lucas. You sure do know how to spread Christmas cheer, don’t you?” I huffed. “I’m going back to bed. Good luck with everything, Lucas. I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to land on your feet or at least make everyone else miserable if you don’t.”
“Wait.” He said. Can you believe it? He wanted me to listen to him talk some more. What did he think that this was a fun conversation? That maybe there was a compliment or kindness mixed in somewhere with calling me a slut?
“No. I’m not waiting. Good luck in New Hampshire. I hope I don’t ever see you again, Lucas. Never.”
I clicked off my phone and then shut the whole thing off completely.