My mind is telling me to hang up, but my mouth has other ideas.

"Is...Is Ringo there?"

"Who's asking?" the man asks, sounding irritated.

"Um...a friend."

Ringo's father sighs before shouting, "Ringo, there's some bitch on the phone for you!"

I cringe at his language. Sounds of footsteps and a loud thud are heard before Ringo comes on the line.

"Hello?"

"Ringo? It's Ser," I lower my voice so my aunt won't hear, "what was that noise? Are you okay?"

"Ser?" Ringo whispers. "I'm fine...Dad just threw the phone at me."

"Are you okay?!"

"I said I'm fine. It couldn't go far with the cord anyway. Not to be rude or anything, but...why are you calling?"

"I...I'm sorry Ringo."

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't go with you tomorrow."

"What?! Why not?!" his voice breaks.

I cringe again.

Then, with Margie's orders from earlier running through my mind, the words that she told me to say escape my lips.

"I'm sorry. I can't go with you because...I never loved you, Ringo."

"What?! Ser—"

"Goodbye."

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