Homeward Sound

Chapter 32: Homeward Sound

 

 

 

 

            He moved. Sat up at about 2:40 in the morning. She wasn’t waking. He chose to leave right then. Not as fast as possible, but slowly and quietly he shut the sliding glass door tenuously. Not stopping to move the handle back into position, he power-walked up the driveway after rounding the walkway. Trevor sat in his car amazed and the experience. He knew he would send her a message saying, “I’m leaving.” Right around the time he reached the exit. This was fantastic. At the right time, which was now. Not five minutes later he was halfway down the road, three-hundred meters from the bend which went to the interstate. He played his music up all the way, as not to fall asleep. Not wanting to speed or go slow (he wanted to get home ASAP) he used the cruise control. He let go of the gas pedal with a sigh and relaxed his legs to a degree. Staring at the road that was unchanging as it flew-by beneath his feet. He brushed his hair and ruffled his coat as he lowered the volume. For a moment, he zoned out on the clock dashboard and saw it was on the wrong time. As he cast his eyes upward, he saw the headlights reflecting off the reflectors of the road and he swerved to the other lane very quickly. Trevor panicked, but pressed the wheel forward. Looking around at the empty road in the dead of night, moving back over the other lane he was before. He’d gotten an adrenaline spurt from the encounter. Trevor lost his head this time. Turning up a song and starting to hit eighty southbound with a gleam in his eye, nothing to hold him back. He flew by another city. One other than his own, ten minutes flat. He starting slowing, though going past unfamiliar places he knew were away from the one he needed to be. Pressing the music off with a relieved gesture, feeling lucky to be driving at this hour and this fast without police intervention. These were his thoughts as he rounded the curve.