He had said he would come around 8 p.m. What time was it now? 12 a.m.
My cell phone rang. UNKNOWN NUMBER... obviously Garrett.
"You finally decided to call!"
"Uh, I'm so sorry. I was just with Marie."
"Don't tell me you knocked her up too."
"I did not! I was just talking to her about some plans we had to make for our hotel."
"Uh... huh. And it took you freakin' four hours."
"Well, they were big plans. Like if we should have_"
"Look, I don't give. I thought we had some catching up to do. It's been 10 years. 10 years! I looked up to you, man."
"I know. I know. But look, how 'bout tomorrow we can catch up around 5 p.m. I'm not busy. And we can do dinner. Me and you."
"That sounds stupid. I'm not having dinner with a 27-year old man I call my brother. Besides, my friends are coming over."
"Harsh, man. You were the one who wanted to talk."
"Well, too bad. I'll call you later. I need to go."
I hung up, placing my phone on the bedside table. I sighed. And thought. I knew I was going to regret what I was going to do. I knew that my plan might seriously backfire. I knew that something might go horribly wrong.
Shut up, pessimist! The little voice inside me said.
You shut up. I replied.
Well, you got to take revenge now... don't you? After what he did to you... he doesn't even know. I distinctly remember the day you...
I know. Now shut up!
Okay. But just remember... Kaya.
I did remember her. Kaya... the love of my life. My world. I remember that day. The day that all hell broke loose.