His voice was dry as chalk when he told me to leave. His eyes couldn’t meet mine but I knew he meant what he said. For a moment we stood in silence as the words hung in the room like dirty secrets that were meant to stay hidden. I soon gathered myself and tried to speak but I could only stutter a few words before sealing my mouth shut. Nothing I could say could change his mind. My shoes stumbled across the creaking wooden floor as I made my way to the door. In my daze he asked if I was okay to drive but all I could hear were echoes down a very long hallway before shutting the door behind me. I started my car with shaking hands and pulled out of his driveway almost as fast as I pulled into the liquor store parking lot.
I sat in that parking lot all night drinking my little worn heart away, the rum streaming down my the sides of my mouth almost as fast as my tears. What a pathetic race. I puked a couple times before trying to start my car again but I was too drunk to find the right key and hold them steady.
A silhouette formed outside my window followed by a tapping on glass. A man asked me if I needed a ride home and I mumbled a drunken “no I’m fine”. He picked me up out of my car anyway and I willingly sat in the passenger seat of some kind of truck. The engine came to life and we were on the road.
We drove and drove and drove and when I asked him where we were going he didn’t answer. We drove in silence. All night. All night until the sky changed colors and I was sober. I remember seeing the sun over the horizon and the most beautiful sky full of the softest colors.
About a week later he noticed my car in the liquor store parking lot and opened the door only to be greeted by Captain Morgan, not a trace of me to be found ever again. The flowers dropped from his hands, fell to the ground, and blew away in the dirty city wind.
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