It’s Time

It’s Time, Baby. 

Time for what?

I think you know

But did I? I had a few thoughts in my head about what I wanted it to be time for. 

I had been waiting a bit for something to happen. I just wasn’t sure what exactly. When he texted me, I wanted to just know what he was talking about, but I didn’t. I was confused and wished for a clear answer. I was hoping we were in sync about what we wanted, what we were reaching for. 

I waited for another response. I waited to see if he would explain in more detail. The minutes ticked by and I wondered if he was doing that on purpose. 

But then the video call alert came, and I froze for a second. I was suddenly shaking and almost didn’t answer. I took a steady breath before picking up, but when I finally answered and saw his face, I just had to smile. His face and voice did that to me. 

He said hello at first, and I just started asking questions one after another, rapid-fire. I had so many, but when he started moving the angle of his phone, I saw more of his surroundings, and I paused. Why did that parking lot look so familiar?

Then it hit me. He was near my building. He had a set of keys in his hand, and he was approaching my door with them. 

Are you ready for your punishment? You know I have been keeping score.

Shit. It’s time for my brat to pay for all she has done.