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The “Block” Button – Part 2
by Kelly F. Barr
One week after pushing the “block” button, Theresa found that her credit card had been charged a couple thousand dollars she hadn’t spent. When she called about the charges, she wasn’t able to have them all returned, so the way she understood it, she was now responsible for $1500 she didn’t have.
She knew how those charges had occurred. It had to be him. I guess pushing the block button was the right thing to do. How could he say all those sweet, loving words and take advantage of me like this? The world seemed to have a lot more cruel people than when she was a kid, or maybe it only seemed that way because now she was an adult and more aware of people’s actions. Well, she’d gotten that credit card canceled so he wouldn’t be charging anything else.
December arrived and Theresa dreaded the coming Christmas. Christmas was supposed to be for spending time with loved ones but she was alone. All she could think about were the “what ifs”–What if he hadn’t been a scammer? What if he’d really loved her? What if he’d actually come to town to see her?
She walked through town, cold and alone, hands shoved deep into her coat pockets as couples walked by holding hands, talking, and smiling. She barely looked in the shop windows all decorated with colored lights, Christmas trees, and Santa Clauses. As she approached the steps to her apartment building, she noticed a man standing next to the stairs blowing onto his clasped hands trying to warm them. Would it be safe to enter her building or should she pass like she didn’t live there?
The wind picked up and stung her face. She’d have to chance it. She had nowhere else to go and it was too cold to keep walking. She raised her shoulders, ducking deeper into her coat, and kept her head down as she passed the man.
She stopped, turned to look up at the guy. She’d never seen him before. How did he know her name? “Who are you?”
“Roger Altland.” He stared at her, studying her face.
It was him. He was here. But she’d blocked him. “How did you find me?”
“It wasn’t difficult with today’s technology. After all, you’d told me the name of your town and state.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I miss you. You blocked me so I couldn’t contact you through email anymore, and when I went back to Facebook to find you, I couldn’t find your account.”
“I deleted it.”
“Listen, it’s cold out here. Can we go somewhere warm and talk?”
“What’s to talk about? You scammed me and now I have a $1500 credit card bill I can’t afford to pay.”
“I understand you’re hurt and angry, but could you please give me a chance?”
“I gave you your chance and you used it to stab me in the back.” She turned and started up the steps.
“Please. I know what I did was wrong and I’d like to make it right. Besides, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were the first woman I attempted to scam with a romance scam. After you blocked me I couldn’t stop thinking about you or the things we’d said to each other. I really did develop feelings of love toward you … please … can we talk?”
She turned and looked him in the eye. “Love doesn’t stay where there is no trust.” She turned and hurried into the apartment building.