I stuck the key in the ignition. I felt a sudden chill run up my back, I left the parking garage into the pitch black night. As I drove on the highway I looked up through the sunroof of my mercedis, not a star in sight. I kept hearing Natalies words in my head.
I just wanted him to let me go.
I turned the music up and tried drowning the thoughts of Natalie Rollen.......
My phone started ringing. I looked at it. My sister, I sighed and answered it.
"Hello?" I said bleakly through the phone.
"OUCH! What's wrong little brother? Mommie won't cook what you want?" She laughed. So maybe I still do live with my mom. So what? I'm only 23.
"Nancy that's enough." I heard a slur in her voice as she spoke.
"Are you drinking?" I asked
"No.........." she said laughing
"What happened?" I said with a sting. My sister was 30 and never drank only when depressed.
"He....He left..." she said calming down
"Oh." I replied. Being a mother of 2 is hard enough but when your husband leaves. It has got to be super hard.
"I'm sorry Nanc." I hung up before she could answer. I trudged into my house. And turned on my light.......
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