4 - The Call

A few days passed before I decided to call Lacey. Finally I got the nerve up to call her. I picked up the phone and went into my room and dialed her number. I began to pace the room as the phone rang. At first I didn't think anyone was going to answer and then I heard a woman's voice on the other line.

"Hello? Who is this?" the woman asked.

"This is Kevin and I was wondering if Lacey was there?" I asked nervously.

"Hold on just a second," the woman said.

I stood in the middle of my room waiting impatiently. Finally Lacey's voice could be heard on the other line.

"Hello?" she said.

My heart began to pound at the sound of her beautiful voice and it took me a moment to speak.

"Hi La-a-cey," I said, my voice cracking.

"Hi Kevin!" Lacey said with a chuckle.

"I hope I didn't call at a bad time," I said.

"No, not at all. I wasn't doing anything, just sitting here in my chair in the living room reading. Reading is about the only fun thing I can do," Lacey said with sadness in her tone.

"So. . .I was just calling to see if. . .maybe you and I could go somewhere in town?" I asked.

"Well, I'd love to do that but I'm not sure if my mom would let me just yet since she doesn't really know you. Could you. . .come to my house or something and visit?" she asked.

"I guess I could. When should I come?" I asked.

"How about 3:30?" she asked.

"Alrighty, I'll be there," I said.

"Okay, see you then," she said and we hung up.

I laid the phone down and jumped up and gave a loud yell. At that moment Juan burst through the door and a worried expression was upon his face.

"Kevin, are you alright?!" he asked.

"Yeah I'm fine, never better! Why'd you ask?" I said plopping down onto the bed.

"Well, you cried out and I thought you might have been hurt or something. Your mother would fire me if you got hurt," Juan said.

"I'm fine Juan," I said laughing.

After he left the room I walked over to my closet and pulled out a pair of shoes and put them on. Grabbing a coat from the coat wrack I snuck down the flight of stairs. Just when I started to step outside I remembered that I didn't know where Lacey lived! I raced back up to my room to call Lacey and get directions to her house. After I called her and wrote down the directions to her house on a piece of scrap paper, I made my way out of the house and out into the cold air. I knew that when Juan found out that I was gone he would freak out but I couldn't tell him. He was pretty lenient with me but there was some things he just wouldn't let me do, and going to Lacey's house was one of them.

Lacey lived just a little ways from my house so I didn't have to walk too far. I finally found her house. It was a nice little white house with red shutters and a black tin roof. I walked up to the front door and taking a deep breath I knocked on the door. I could hear footsteps from behind the door and then the door swung open. A boy, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, stood in the doorway. He wore a sleeveless shirt and a pair of torn jeans. A tattoo was on his left arm and he glared at me.

"What do you want?" he asked gruffly.

"Is. . .Lacey here?" I asked.

"Yeah, who are you?" he asked.

"Well, my name's Kevin and I came to see Lacey," I said growing nervous.

"You can't see her," he said as he slammed the door in my face.

To Be Continued. . .