Black Lily Petals

  Chapter 11 | Schizophrenia

  I could not sleep that night or the night after. For two days, I stayed at a hotel room staring at my cell phone. It was driving me nuts that Mike had not called me yet. All my calls were to Paul; reassuring him I was fine—that he didn’t have to come and find me.

  As my cell phone rang, I stared at the caller ID—Mike.

  “Hello?” I said.

  “Uh, Lily? Is this Lily?” Mike said with a non-welcoming tone.

  “Did you arrest him yet?” I cheered. “Oh, thank you—”

  “Um, not…exactly.”

  “Why not?”

  “Lily, we need you to come back today around noon.”

  “Okay,” I said. “Why—”

  “Okay, bye!”

  I looked at the clock—it was eight thirty. I rushed to the bathroom and began to get ready. As I washed my face, my phone rang again. I rushed to go see who it was. The caller ID said Paul. It was the fifth time he had called me that day. I answered it so he would not worry.

  “Hello!”

  “Lily!” Paul shouted into my ear.

  “What?” I tried to sound as if I was annoyed with him; which I was.

  “Okay, tell me what is going on? I turned on the TV and your house was the headline. Why were the police in your house and why was Jason being arrested? What did you do?”

  “Really?” I ran to the TV and flipped through the channels to find the local news. He was right; my home looked like Paris Hilton’s house the day she went to jail.

  “Lily?” Paul shouted again into the phone.

  “Paul, I’ll tell you later, but I have to go—”

  “But, I have to tell you something important—”

  “Paul, I’m busy!” I hung up the phone before he could say anymore.