This was adapted for the LyricalFictionFriday Challenge. Previously titled “Thursday 9:00PM”.
Tonight at 9:00PM.
That’s the deadline I gave him.
“If I don’t hear from you by next Friday 9:00 PM, I’ll assume that we’re over. And that’s fine with me…” were the exact words I left on his voice mail last week. I’d planned it all out, making sure to use my landline so that I could slam the receiver down HARD, pretending to be upset for a little added theatrical flare. But as soon as I had hung up, I realized that I had played my cards all wrong.
I’m new to playing these games but I’m learning quickly. I have no choice when it comes to the man I’m dealing with.
When I woke up today, it almost felt like Christmas morning. All I wanted was for the day to end without him calling. And right now, I’m lying in bed staring at the clock on the wall, praying that 9:00PM will come and go without hearing from him.
What I want is simple.
I want to give him the upper hand on a silver platter. I want to let him feel powerful and superior to me. I want him to think that he’s getting the last laugh at my expense and that it is totally his choice to end things with me. All I want is for him to take the bait and I don’t care how it all goes down as long the end result is him leaving me the hell alone.
I need him gone.
Now, I look at the clock.
What I should have done was beg him to call me back and then leave a few desperate messages to guarantee that his narcissistic ass wouldn’t call me back. I’m holding my breath now.
My cell doesn’t ring and I’m relieved. I can breathe.
Thank you Jesus.
Then I hear the ringtone set for him on my cell.
I’ve got no choice but to answer. If I don’t, he’ll blow up my cell all night long and I won’t get any sleep. And I’m not kidding.
So for now, I’ll have to wait until the next opportunity to play my cards right.
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