My phone vibrated again. I didn't look this time, but I knew it was him. It was Saturday evening and I had just returned from church with my parents. I had started to visit regularly, of late. Maybe it was my way of asking God for help, or maybe I was just bored. I sprawled across the bed diagonally, with my eyes closed. As soon as the phone stopped ringing, it started again. Yes, it's him alright, always persistent, never taking no for an answer. He believed the world owed him and doesn't have the right to tell him no. I turned and faced the wall as I listened to the constant rounds of vibrations. I groaned and silently wished he'd stop. There was a knock on my door, but I didn't care to see who it was. The hinges creaked as it slowly opened. I rolled over to see my mother standing at the entrance. I managed to flash her a half-baked smile as I sat up. I didn't even notice that the phone had stopped its incessant vibration. "He's outside" My mother broke the silence. I knew who she was talking about. I sighed. "Who?" I ignorantly asked. She paused before confirming my suspicions. "He says he wants to talk to you. If it was up to me, he'd stay there until he crystalized. Better yet, throw cold water on him." I managed a low chuckle. My mother always knew how to keep a conversation full of life. She threw up her hand as if to say it wasn't her business. I knew better. My mother disliked Donnavan. According to her, he stole the light from my eyes. My parents had so far kept out of my drama with him, this is one time I secretly wished they'd take charge.
