WHO: Jack and Tori WHEN: Thursday, November 15, 1998; after he gets home from Wayne's WHERE: Jack's WHAT: One AM phone call and a plea for help RATING: PG-13
Jack was in a panic. What the bloody hell had he done? What had he been thinking? What did it all mean? What had possessed him to do that? Why couldn't he get it out of his head? And why did he want more? He sat on his bed with his hands clenched into fists. He'd been there for an hour and he felt like he was going to be sick. The confusion and self loathing were tearing him up. And on top of that I left my bloody wand over there. He took a deep breath. He wasn't going to be able to sleep that was for sure. He looked at the telephone next to him. He picked up the reciever and heard the dial tone. It was so strange to him now. He almost never used a phone. He had Tori's parent's phone number memorized though. He punched in the numbers and waited numbly as the phone rang. "Please pick up, please pick up, please please please pick up." He whispered as if it were some sort of prayer.