Chapter 1: Go to hell Bitch!
Emma was busy on her laptop, confused and tired as she deleted yet another article. It was worse than the previous one. Her boyfriend's name Jason, popped indicating a new message. 'aww, how lucky am I?' she thought.
Many girls would die just to get their boyfriend surprise them with random messages in between the day. It just showed how he was constantly thinking of you. She keyed in her pin to unlock her phone, it wasn't a SMS rather it was a MMS. Never had Jason ever sent her any MMS, this proliferated her curiosity, he could have sent the photo through whatsapp but he was man that stimulated curiosity.
The phone slipped from Emma's strong grip, with luck she was able to hold by the edge before it fell. She was short of breath; stood up confused and sat again. Her head felt borrowed, heavy and swirling with unclear thoughts. She palmed her face in disbelief, she was afraid of stealing a quick glance of her phone again.
After she had gained composure she finally looked down to her phone again. With shaking fingers she keyed her pin, she brought it close to her face until she took in all the unnoticeable scratches caused by her keys and pens. It had to be a Photoshop; did Jason's head appear bigger or smaller? No. neither did the girl's body appeared to be patched next to him, it was real. Her Jason was kissing another girl, not when-will-this-end kiss, but it was i-could-stay-like-this-forever kiss.
"You sick son of a bitch, it is not funny. I swear I'll kill y-
Her impatient did not allow her to complete her reply. How could Jason do this to her? He had the audacity of sending her a photo of himself kissing his lover. The Jason she knew was mature enough to tell her straight to her face he was cheating and was decent enough to ask for a break up. She griped her phone; she was going to castrate him if he had the balls to ever show up.
A sound of dripping water indicated a new message. In a haste manner
Emma read the reply.
"Go to hell bitch!"
When did her Jason started calling her bitch, this morning he called her at their usual time 6 a.m. The time he always woke up to go to the gym. He was sweet, he teased her, and he even made his usual joke when she declined his offer of joining him, he jested that he would find a slimmer girl since her weight was increasing rapidly. She knew he was joking because after that, he told her he will always love her unconditionally, slimmer or not.
She counted one to ten, calming herself, she was never irrational. Their had to be an explanation, four year relationship would not just end abruptly without any significant reason. 'What did she do? What did she not do?' she knew better those question would forever hunt her, if the real intention of that photo was to signify their end. It also meant she was the one on the fault; people always cheated/ broke up with people that did not fulfill them.
What if Jason felt guilty? What if it was a onetime thing and he was ashamed of directly confessing? What if it was a way of saying sorry, would she forgive him? Arrggh...She cried out with frustration.
She was already dialing his number, she need her peace of mind. He had to tell her why he was doing this to her. On the second ring he picked up
"Hello Jay" she felt ashamed of herself when she broke down in tears, "please answer, why are you doing this to me?"
A deafening female laughter filled the small space between her phone and her ear; she was forced to move the phone away from her ear.
"Who is this, where is Jason? You better give him his damn phone" she yelled.
Instead the respondent hang up, Emma stared at her phone. What was happening? This had to be a joke. It had to be one of those nightmares where Emma was weak and no matter how hard she tried to scream or run, her limp body always gave up on her. just when the monster was about to attack, soaked in sweat she would wake up mechanically back to consciousness.
"I underestimated you honey, did you like my voice, coz Jason loves it?" A message from Jason materialized.
"Who is this?" Emma was quick to reply.
The phone was not answered by Jason neither did Jason text in that manner, now worry replaced her anger. What if something horrible had happened to him? Maybe he had been kidnapped.
"Did I scare you?" the reply appeared again.
Emma: Where is Jason? What have you done to him?
Jason: Are you sure you want to know what I have done to him? Oh, Honey you will need two hearts to sustain you, when I tell you all that I have done to him in a span of one hour
Emma suddenly dropped her phone on her laptop's keyboard as if the sheer touch of it burned her. Like waterfall, tears streamed down her cheeks.
Jason: why the silence, Emma? That's right I know your name and many things about you EMMA.
How did she know her name? Jason had saved her as a pet name which he constantly changed but he had never saved her contact in her name.
Emma: Who is this?
Jason: the woman and I repeat woman not girl that will pilfer Jason.
The response was quick it was if it was computer generated with automatic reply. Emma had no idea what pilfer meant, but she could guess it wasn't something pleasant; neither did she have the oomph to Google it. Again she was dialing his phone.
'I'm sorry the number you have dialed is no longer in service' there was the usual calm system generated voice.
Did she or maybe it was Jason who blocked her? She had to come to the bottom of this today. She grabbed her car's keys and Jason spare house key and also her defense weapon, pepper spray.