muses_w_remotes | 9.6. Conspiracy Theory quote
9.6. "Have you ever been in a place where hope was gone? Where all that's left is patience?"
| Conspiracy Theory
Jason closed his eyes and exhaled heavily. “Talk?” he asked, drawing on all his self-control not to lose his temper. “You don’t call me in days and when I finally get hold of you, you tell me we need to talk? Isn’t that a little obvious, Erin?” he asked, biting her name off at the end of the sentence.
“I’ve been busy. I… I’m seeing someone,” Erin admitted quietly. “But he’s really great with Noah. You don’t have anything to worry about there…”
Jason felt like she had just kicked him in the guts. “You’ve been busy spending time with another guy who has been spending time with my son? While I work my ass off commuting to New York and back every day so you can take my cash but give me nothing in return? What the fuck is going on, Erin?” he snapped, no longer able to hold his temper.
“Jason, I-” Erin began, faltering. “That’s what I need to talk to you about. There’s something I need to tell you but I can’t do it over the phone.”
“When can I see Noah?” Jason asked, frowning. “You can at least put the talk off long enough for me to spend some time with my son.”
There was silence on the other end of the line. “Jason…” But again, she paused. When she spoke again, her voice was small and sounded almost lost. “I’m in Connecticut at the moment with my boyfriend’s family. I’ll be back on Monday. I need to speak to you. It… it’s really important.”
“So, you lay this on me and tell me I have to wait until Monday to find out what you’re playing at?” Jason shook his head, using one hand manoeuvre his wheelchair back away from where he had been lodged beside the computer desk. “Look, Erin. Whatever you want in your life is up to you. I just want to see Noah. Why are you keeping him from me?”
“I have to go, Jason. Monday. I’ll come to your place,” Erin said with a small clear of her throat. “I-I’ll speak to you soon…”
Jason looked down at his immobile feet, shoulders slumping in defeat at the evasive conversation. “Give Noah a kiss for me… if you aren’t too busy for that,” he added bitterly.
“Bye Jason.” And then the call was ended.
Word Count | 394
| Conspiracy Theory
Jason closed his eyes and exhaled heavily. “Talk?” he asked, drawing on all his self-control not to lose his temper. “You don’t call me in days and when I finally get hold of you, you tell me we need to talk? Isn’t that a little obvious, Erin?” he asked, biting her name off at the end of the sentence.
“I’ve been busy. I… I’m seeing someone,” Erin admitted quietly. “But he’s really great with Noah. You don’t have anything to worry about there…”
Jason felt like she had just kicked him in the guts. “You’ve been busy spending time with another guy who has been spending time with my son? While I work my ass off commuting to New York and back every day so you can take my cash but give me nothing in return? What the fuck is going on, Erin?” he snapped, no longer able to hold his temper.
“Jason, I-” Erin began, faltering. “That’s what I need to talk to you about. There’s something I need to tell you but I can’t do it over the phone.”
“When can I see Noah?” Jason asked, frowning. “You can at least put the talk off long enough for me to spend some time with my son.”
There was silence on the other end of the line. “Jason…” But again, she paused. When she spoke again, her voice was small and sounded almost lost. “I’m in Connecticut at the moment with my boyfriend’s family. I’ll be back on Monday. I need to speak to you. It… it’s really important.”
“So, you lay this on me and tell me I have to wait until Monday to find out what you’re playing at?” Jason shook his head, using one hand manoeuvre his wheelchair back away from where he had been lodged beside the computer desk. “Look, Erin. Whatever you want in your life is up to you. I just want to see Noah. Why are you keeping him from me?”
“I have to go, Jason. Monday. I’ll come to your place,” Erin said with a small clear of her throat. “I-I’ll speak to you soon…”
Jason looked down at his immobile feet, shoulders slumping in defeat at the evasive conversation. “Give Noah a kiss for me… if you aren’t too busy for that,” he added bitterly.
“Bye Jason.” And then the call was ended.
Word Count | 394