"Yes, Miguel. It's me."
Miguel rose up from his bed as he held his head. He had drank too much from last night's party that his head felt being drilled.
"Miguel, who is it?" The woman beside him groaned and slightly opened her eyes.
"It's okay. Just go back to sleep," he instructed and slowly stood from the bed as the woman fell back asleep. Clutching his head, he made his way out of the room. Swaggeringly he walked towards the living room and slumped his body on to the long tattered couch.
"How did you get my number? What do you want?" inquired Miguel irritably. The last thing he ever wanted was to hear Kenneth's voice. He never wanted to hear from him eversince that incident in Spain. It took him forever to recover from it and now, here was Kenneth, trying to ruin his now better life that he had built since that day.
Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back as he tried to stop the pain in his head.
Kenneth chuckled lightly.