All We Know Is Falling: Fall With Me: Volume One by Nicole Thorn Page B

through the cabinets for a can of tuna. When she opened it, the cat meowed louder and jumped to the floor to start biting her heel. “Stop it, Brom Cat!” she stared down and hissed at him. He wasn’t fazed. She started pouring the tuna juice into his bowl. But he was so eager to drink it, he moved his head in the way of the dripping juice. “BROM CAT! I’m not cleaning you off!”
    I needed to get the Hell out of here. “I’ll talk to you later, Had. I’m taking a bath.”
    “Bye,” she yelled as I started walking.
    I walked into my room and dug up a fresh pair of jammies to put on and headed into the bathroom. I dropped my new clothes on the counter and started the bath, adding extra bubbles, as always.
    After I shed my clothes, I put my phone within reach and turned on music.
    The weather was starting to get a little colder, so a warm bath seemed like the worlds best idea at the moment. If only this room had a TV in it. Then this would be perfect.
    My music cut out for a second when I heard the text tone for an unfamiliar number. I groaned and checked to see what it was. I got the odd wrong number text from time to time and I assumed it was just that.
    Unknown number: It’s time for our game to begin.
    Creepy. I bet I was in for a bunch of sexts. Better let this weirdo know I wasn’t up for it.
    Me: You’ve got the wrong number.
    Unknown number: I don’t, Lamb. Trust me on that. It was quite difficult getting this number. I had to break several laws.
    Jesus…the homeless man was right. I was in for a Hell of a weekend.
    Me: Leave me alone, Hale. I’m not interested in knowing you.
    Unknown number: So you say.
    Me: It’s true. Just save yourself some trouble and get a new hobby.
    Unknown number: Oh, I have one.
    A picture came through and I looked at it. It was a picture of a wall in a bedroom. The wall had the picture I drew pinned up next to the unmade bed. The focus of the picture was the missing pair of boots and the rest of my clothes. They were resting on a chair and there was a copy of today’s newspaper on the pile.
    Me: You…are…awful.
    Unknown number: I promised you proof of life.
    Me: I think I hate you.
    Unknown number: Try all you want but it’s too late. You find me delightful.
    Me: I find you annoying.
    Unknown number: Lovingly so.
    Me: Bite me.
    Unknown number: Where?
    I slammed my phone down and decided that murdering him would probably be cruel. It wasn’t his fault. He was just dumb.
    Unknown number: No answer? Okay, then. I’ll take that as you saying I get to pick. And I know just where I’d like to take a nip at you. You look quite soft. What are you wearing? It’ll help me decide for sure.
    Me: Bubbles. Leave me be.
    Unknown number: Bubbles?
    Me: I’m wearing bubbles. I’m taking a bath. One that you’re ruining, by the way.
    Unknown number: Other than that, how’s your day going?
    Me: Bad. Some British guy stole all of my clothes and now he’s annoying me while I’m trying to relax.
    Unknown number: What a dick. I’ll beat him up for you. Just give me a name.
    That, I laughed at. I couldn’t help it.
    It didn’t seem like he’d be letting up anytime soon, so I added his number into my phone. I still wanted to know how he got my number. Something shady, I’m sure.
    Me: Are you going to tell me why you stole my stuff? By the way, you’re not allowed in the girl’s locker room.
    Hale: You keep shutting me down. And I needed a reason to get you to speak to me. Just until you realize you enjoy my company and then want to talk to me of your own accord.
    Me: Never gonna happen. Keep the clothes.
    Hale: Well, that’s one way to have your clothes crumpled in the corner of my bedroom.
    Ah, well that clears some things up.
    Me: Okay, I get it now.
    Hale: Do you?
    Me: You just want to get in my pants. Not happening. So you can move on to one of the brain dead girls that have been following you all week.
    Hale: If all I wanted to do was fuck you, trust me when I say I