Psycho-gal Part II

As I stood there staring at that same silver phone, a strange thought occurred to me. I could hear Steve's footsteps as he got ready to head downstairs. Without thinking, I bent down and picked up the phone. I looked towards the stairs and saw his feet starting to climb down. I picked up my purse and threw the phone in, and when Steve came up behind me to kiss me on the neck, I pretended to be searching for my car keys. My heart was thudding wildly and I tried my best to avoid eye contact. Amid my craziness, I totally failed to notice the look on Steve's face. In retrospect, I can safely say he wasn't too happy I showed up at his house without calling. Later, he would confess that he thought I was spying on him, hence the unannounced visit. Even though those were not my intentions at the time, seeing how crazy I've been acting lately, I wouldn't be surprised if some shrink told me that that was the real reason behind my visit.

Anyhow, my drive home was very long. What the hell was I thinking? I wanted so badly to stop by the curb somewhere and turn on the phone, but I knew I had to be patient. And then it hit me. Oh my God!! I was a thief! I had just stolen my boyfriend's phone. Maybe after all these years, I was finally losing it. I went into panic mode, and the rest of my drive home is a big blur.

Once I got home, I sat on my bed for a long time debating whether or not to switch on the phone. In my mind, I had a million different ideas on how to return the phone without Steve ever noticing it was missing in the first place. After all, he didn't use it. I could just throw it back under the couch, or even under the passenger seat of his car. He's so messy, he wouldn't be suspicious.

Since I'd already taken the phone, might as well look at the contents, right? Heart pounding, I pressed the power button. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold the phone. I waited for the phone to light up, but as soon as it did, a message popped up indicating the battery was low, and it immediately went dead. I tried this several times, but the stupid phone wouldn't cooperate for just a few minutes, long enough for me to read the damn messages then it could die all it wanted. I looked at the phone company. Sprint. Just my luck. I have Verizon, and I could not think of a single person I knew that owned a Sprint phone. Besides, what was I gonna say? May I borrow your charger so I can spy on my boyfriend's text messages? Disappointed as hell, I went to sleep angry at the phone, but mostly, angry at myself for being such a bitch. That night, my dreams were filled with scenarios of how to return the phone unnoticed. Steve had never given me reason to distrust him, and if he ever found out I took his phone, I knew that would be the end of our relationship. No, I couldn't let that happen.

The next day I woke up with a strange feeling in my stomach. It only took a few seconds to remember just how much I'd fucked up the night before. Stealing? STEALING??!! What was wrong with me? How could I do something so dumb? The disappointment at going to all that trouble for nothing kept getting bigger and bigger. Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself paying $42.95 and walking out of a Sprint PCS store with a brand new charger. Whereas my brain kept screaming at me that I was completely psycho, my heart felt nothing. For the first time since I'd stolen Steve's phone, I was not panicky, and my heart was not beating at lightning speed either. I got home and charged the phone for exactly 2 minutes, careful that when I was done with it, it would be dead. I was also careful not to unwrap the entire charger, that way, I could return it as soon as I was done.

With my heart doing its Olympic run once again, I turned on the phone, and this time, it stayed on. My brain kept screaming at me. STOP! STOP! THIS IS INSANE AND SO WRONG! Unfortunately, my brain was on its own this time. The rest of my body just couldn't hear it. And so I went straight to the inbox, taking a deep breath, and expecting the worst....To Be Continued...