Kirk eventually resurfaced and we managed to work things out. I was being greedy. I should have left Keith; he was a married man that would never really be mine. Meanwhile, Kirk was young and he was ideal for me. I should have left Keith for Kirk the day I met him, but I didn’t.
Kirk and I went to the beach one day and as he pleaded with me to make a decision, his phone started ringing. Kirk answered and after the person on the other end of the line said something, he replied, “I’ll be there soon.” He immediately told me he had to go and when I asked where he was going, he quickly said, “I have a meeting and I forgot.” I knew he was lying and the drive back felt long, as we spoke very little.
That evening when Kirk took me home, it was awkward. He told me he loved me and that he would speak with me after the meeting. I waited and waited, but there was no phone call, and when I called him, he didn’t answer his phone. I called his mom and no one had heard from him again; his best friend hadn’t even seen or heard from him, and he didn’t know anything about this supposed meeting he was attending.
That night, I hardly slept. I knew he had a bad habit of going missing, but I felt like something was wrong. The next morning, I drove to his mom’s house. She was busy cleaning when I got there and as she saw me, she dropped the mop she had in her hand; she saw the worry on my face and thought I was there to give her bad news. Judging by her expression, she hadn’t heard from him. “Mom,” I asked calmly, “have you not heard from Kirk?”
“No,” she replied. “After he left with you yesterday, I have not heard from him.” I told her about the strange phone call and his sudden urge to leave.
We decided that whatever happened to him must have had to do with that mysterious phone call. We started calling around hoping someone would know something. We must have called his phone a thousand times and now it wasn’t even ringing; it was going straight to voicemail. I couldn’t help but break down.
That night, we reported him missing. I had a friend who was a superintendent in the police force and I begged him to call around for me. He checked police records to see if anyone fitting his description was arrested or if he had been admitted to hospital, but Kirk could just not be found.
Finally, after days of not sleeping and eating, Kirk’s mom and sisters finally called a number and the person said, “He doesn’t want his girlfriend to know where he is. But he’s fine.” His mother was perfectly fine with not telling me what was going on, but his sisters told her that was wrong. She finally agreed to fill me in.
The following morning, I was curled up in a ball beside the phone, eyes swollen from crying for days, when the phone rang. “Hello?” I said with as much strength as I could find.
“It’s me,” said his mom. “We finally got someone that knew where he was. He’s OK.” And then I heard his sister angrily shout in the background, “He didn’t want you to know where he was!” I asked his mom to put me on speaker phone and I told them all to listen.
“For days, I haven’t been eating and I’ve been worried sick about what happened to him. And each time my phone rang, I dreaded answering it,” I said. “I may not be perfect, but I treated him with respect and I loved him and this is how he has repaid me?” I told them to tell him that the relationship was over. I needed no explanations, because for him to ignore my calls and put me through all that was just mean. Whatever it was he wanted me to feel, I felt it. As I hung up the phone, I could hear them saying not to make rash decisions. But with that phone call, my relationship with Kirk ended.