Just Keep Going

 

Chapter 4

I walked in and ordered a coke from the woman at the counter. She looked at me with an angry glare. I was probably holding her up from her break but I didn’t care. I pulled out a wrinkly wad of cash out from my pocket and handed her two of the bills. She looked at them and wrinkled up her face before taking them from me like they were slime. She handed me an empty soda cup and then pointed towards the soda machine on the other end of the room.

 

I went there and filled my cup up immediately with coke. A habit I couldn’t brake no matter what the situation.  

 

I sat down at a table by a window and started humming the chorus to Build God, Then We’ll Talk by Panic at the Disco.

 

The lady at the counter looked over at me with a disgusted face before taking off of her apron and walking out for her smoke break. At that moment another person walked into the store.

 

“Holden!” I spoke out to the boy who was now standing at the counter waiting to order his food, but when the boy turned around it wasn’t Holden. It was just a boy from my Physics class whose name I didn’t recall.

 

I couldn’t help but wonder if I was ever going to see Holden again, but I didn’t get much time to think because my mom walked in.

 

“Margret!” I turned and looked at the woman I used to call mom. She ran over to me and tried to hug me but I pushed her away.

 

“Magi-pie, I am so sorry. I wanted to tell you but Brent…”

 

I cut her off by saying, “Tell me what?! That you were sleeping with my boyfriend? That he was living on our couch?!” Every word I spoke got louder and louder until I even had the french-fry boys attention.

 

“Maggie! People are staring!” Whenever my mom became really embarrassed she would use a really high squeaky voice, like now.

 

“So what if people are staring Mother! I really don’t give a F#@*!” I screamed at her, and ran out the door but she ran after me. Apparently today is the one day that she isn’t in her usual drunken haze and she could afford to run down the street without the fear of toppling over onto the sidewalk.

 

I didn’t want to hear what she had to say though so I ran faster, until I saw Brent step around the next corner.

 

Though my mother wasn’t drunk I could tell that Brent was and as he neared he started to run. Faster and faster with each step until slowing down just before he would have run me down and then… I blacked out. I woke up on the couch with the remembrance of a really sweet dream and an aching headache.

 

The rain was coming down fast at the point when Hayden kissed me. The smallest kiss I have ever received. Hero/Heroine started playing by Boys like Girls, and as it reached the chorus, Hayden kissed me again, this time longer, sweeter, and I wouldn’t let go of him. I moved my arms around his shoulders as he ran his hand through my hair. For some reason I started laughing, a sweet laugh, one I had never heard from my lips before. Hayden said goodbye and started walking down the path from my house to the road, when he reached the end he turned around and I ran to him and jumped into his arms. Never in my life had I felt so great than this very moment. Hayden spun me around fast at first and then as he slowed down he kissed me again, and brought me into my house where I fell asleep on the couch.  

 

I then realized where I was, on the couch, in the living room, of my mothers HOUSE! I bolted for the door but realized that Brent was sleeping against it… With my mother in his arms!

 

“I have to get out of here.” I muttered it ever so slightly but my mother still stirred so I tip-toed into the bathroom to crawl out the window, but as I opened it the lock creaked, and the doorknob on the bathroom door squeaked as it turned ever so slowly.

 

I quickly crawled into the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain closed. In walked Brent. And I had to sit there in the cold tub, listening to him pee into the toilet.

 

He cursed a couple of times but nothing much else happened. I could hear him grumble as he walked down the hall and then I heard shouting coming from the living room.

 

He must have just realized that I wasn’t there any more so I threw open the window, not caring any more whether or not they heard me, and tossed my body out of it, hitting the cold hard pavement on the other side with crash.

 

“Ooh… That is going to bruise.” I muttered under my breath as I got up and started running down the alley. I had to get away; from here, and from everything. At this point I didn’t have any where to run so I just picked a direction and headed for it.

 

Anywhere but here was an improvement, and before I knew it I was on the highway, walking down the lane heading towards the big sign that said ¼ of a mile to New York, New York.

 

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