Time to Go

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I couldn't believe what I was hearing on the phone. After all these years of him constantly accusing me of cheating on him, all because I was home alone all day. All along he was only afraid of me doing to him what was going on behind my back. I couldn't take it. Hanging up the phone, I decided it was time for me to go. I hurriedly packed as much as I could, which wasn't much to begin with. I got my hunting and motorcycle gear, which thankfully was stored in a garage I rented, picked up my dog's bed and food and was on my way. I didn't know where I was going, but everywhere was better than here. I knew I still had some cash left in my account. I had been saving in a hidden account. If I needed to leave quickly, I would be able to last a few months comfortably. With one last look towards my apartment complex, I took off. I was going to finally be free, and I was here for it. I wasn't sure where to go at first. But I never really had the chance to travel. I would take those two weeks and have the nicest road trip I could hope for. I set my first destination. I heard about a place where you could go whale watching on a little zodiac boat. I always wanted to go but never had the chance. Today was it. After approximately 4 hours, I arrived at my destination. It was a nice town. The kind you see in movies, where everyone knows each other, where they all smile like there aren't any problems. I always wished to be that kind of person, though I never found the strength to. I just had a little over an hour to kill before the next departure. It was also about time to feed my dog. I found myself a nice little motel. It was owned by an elderly couple. It was just a few rooms, facing the ocean. It had a white facade, with flower pots hanging from the roof on the walkway. It kind of looked like home. I have finally decided to stay here for around a week. There was so much to see and do. The first week flew by, I felt like I had only blinked. It felt good to finally be able to breathe, to relax without having to be scared that I would get sh*t for it. I couldn't wait to have the next chapter of my life started. Promising myself that I would put myself first from now on. Except, I couldn't plan nor expect what was going to happen next. The following week I decided to slowly make my way towards St-John's. It was about a 9-hour drive from here. I had time to make multiple stops where I could simply sit out, letting the dog loose to run around and play. I finally felt normal. I had almost forgotten how beautiful life could be. The only thing ruining my peace were all these calls from unknown callers. I knew they had to be from Anthony. I had blocked his number when I left. I had called my service provider to change my number, but he found a way to get my new one. I kept hoping that eventually I would be fully rid of him. I found a way to block unknown callers on my phone. That should give me piece of mind for a while. Assuming he didn’t find out where I was heading to. As I watched the sun start to set through the mountains, I decided to head to the hotel and get some rest. Tomorrow was my first day of house sitting. Even thought it isn’t the most stressful job, I didn’t want to show up looking half dead from lack of sleep. Lately I kept having this dream. A moment where a wolf, as dark as the night. Would come save me. I can’t remember anything besides the wolf and his deep blue eyes. I can’t even be sure it’s a he, but deep down I feel it is. I wake up in cold sweats every morning. I wish I knew what this meant.
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