We sat in my living room, on my borrowed couch talking and having fun. We drank a few more beers after the rude interruption by the beast. I had an uneasy feeling go through me shortly after the phone call, but for the most part, I felt pretty comfortable.

     My beast wife’s friend, who now had become my friend, and I sat on opposite ends of the couch. We had the TV on and we talked more in depth of the events that had transpired over the past few weeks.

     The main topic of conversation was what had happened the week before, when I feel, she thinks I made an attempt to bring our new found friendship to a higher level.

     The previous Friday was a day of absolute chaos. The friend of the beast and now mine, was borrowing a cell phone from the beast. This cell phone happens to have been the property of beast. The friend had her plan run out, and she needed a loaner. So beast, being a friend, lent her one. The thing is, beast was watching all her activity on the cell provider’s web page.

     Beast saw that a lot of her calls and texts were to me, and beast insisted, on this particular Friday, to have the phone back. She called her friend up at her work and told her to give it back to her that day, or she would get revenge on her. She also told her she was very pissed off about the amount of time the two of us spend talking to each other.

     The friend tried to explain to the beast that she can’t give it back yet, because she needs to get a new cell company, then she will give her the cell back.

     Beast did not want excuses, she wanted the phone. The phone was a symbol of how she was losing control of her and her soon to be ex husband. Getting that phone means we could not communicate anymore. Beast ended up going to her friend’s work office, and made a complete scene in front of people working there.

     Beast was driven up there by her boyfriend, whom she was having HER affair with. Once she got out of the car, she met the friend in the lobby and began yelling at her. The friend was totally embarrassed and gave her the phone. At this point, beast had the upper hand.

     My line of communication was cut off from her and since she did not have the time to write down numbers from that phone’s phone book, she lost me.

     I had figured something bad had happened, because it was hours since I heard from the friend. I called information and got a hold of her. The whole ordeal was explained to me, and together we decided to not let beast get between us.

     It seemed the harder the beast tried to tear us apart from being friends, the more locked together we were becoming. I had even went up to her work later that day, and asked her if she wanted to go to a concert with me that night. I had just been given two tickets for free, and she was the first and only person I thought of asking.

     I told her we would go strictly as friends. It was not a date. She was blown away that I had asked such a thing, and she said she would have to think about it, and she would let me know in an hour. The clock was ticking because the show started a couple hours later.

     I told her to call me when she figures out what she was going to do.

     I didn’t leave her my number. She didn’t have it. It was in the phone, the one back in possession of the beast!


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