Lost hope

Better off

Walking up to him at the door. I could see in his bloodshot glazed eyes he was waiting for me to get upset and ask the typical worried questions. I can also see the rage of being caught and the lies forming. The smeel of whiskey was so strong I could practically taste it. The smell of the cheap perfume was assaulting my nose. It's almost like when you smell multiple smells at once, which leads to a headache. yea there now welcome to my senses. Now, let's get back to this jerk. I'm filling everyone on.

I sat my palm on his face, looking into his eyes. "You see Trent. She forgot a little something here." Pointing to his red stained cheek and smeared lips. Which was on his colar, how she managed to get it up there is beyond me. Then I rub my free hand down his chest. Down to the missing belt and broken jean button. "Looks to me she forgot to put dumpy back together again. Yo- I cut him off. What me a b***h? I said tilting my head back with a laugh. You see, I'm not naive anymore. I just thought 15 years a cheap trick wouldn't have that much of a sway with you."

I rub my hands down my face. "See, that's where I'm naive. Thinking loyalty was a two-way street. Silly me, but it's ok. " I grab his belt loop and hosit his pants up. "You're just a child in a man's body. Can't even stand without holding the door frame. TRY the reverse psychology on me. Try to twist the narrative to it was my fault. I'M DONE." Bending down, i grab the duffel. Only then do his eyes follow my movements and sees what's happening. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! he screams. YOU NEED ME. you're right. I don't love you or care enough to be loyal.

I can do whatever I want because you're just mad. you're not leaving, so put the bag down. I listen to his craziness. " I start to walk towards him, and the bastards pants drop. Which return has a beautiful domino effect. He gets gets the one foot forward. Then, he trips with his pants getting caught around the ankels. Which makes him fall forward, he tried to catch himself but smacks the table. The vase slides off and lands on his head, pouring water over his face. He tries to get up in rage and falls again, this time smacking his faces of the corner of the couch and busting his nose and lip. "Look at you, you pathetic man. Can't even stand properly. Have a good life, Trent. Oh, by the way, my love? you have 10 days to move. I'm selling my house."

With that, I throw my duffel over my shoulder. Walk down the drive to my hummer. Opening the door, i throw it in back up and leave. Once I knew I'm at a safe distance away, I pulled over and looked myself in the mirror. My messy bun came half undown the spark and fire in my eyes are finnaly back. My checks are flushed down to my neck from the rage, but for once, no more wasted tears. No more I need this. Hooking my phone, up I throw on my queen Joan jet. Fifteen minutes later, I'm pulling up to Macie house. Thank lord, this girl has insomnia. After all, I need to thank the person who gave me the courage to leave. Walking up her cobblestone path to her brown door, I grab the key out from under the bird feeder. Weird, right? she says everyone looks under the mat.

Again, another valid point. Her house is a cute one story brick house with white shudders. Pots hanging from little hooks all around her wrap around porch. Bushes plated on either side of the stairs walking up them. The welcome mat says, " I wish someone would." Shaking my head, i let myself in. Wouldn't you know it. Her ass is sitting perched on the island stool drinking tea. Macie gets up, her white satin nightie flowing behind her as she runs, taking me in her arms observing me. "Faith," she breathes after doing another check. " What's wrong? Are you OK? "

"I'm doing the best I have been since I was fifteen." Pulling up a stool, i sit next to her wooden island. The counter is also wood. Except it's a light oak. The whole kitchen gives you a rustic farmhouse vibe. With the deep sinks, wooden cabinets, and fresh tree smell. "What happened, she asked?" So I went the whole s**t show we call a night. Macie was leaning forward her hand wrapped around her cup stopped at her mouth. The only thing i can see is her amber eyes. After my metaphorical tea was spilled, I grabbed and made one myself. After pulling a cup, i noticed she's still in the same position. Damn did I break her? i thought. The next thing I know, she has her arms flung around my neck. "OH MY GOD, I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU! You really took my advice and went with it?"

"Yea, I did thank you. I should be offended. You doubted me, but see your point. I just wanted to say thank you and what is going on. I'm headed to the airport. I just felt this was a discussion to have in person." Macie wipes a fake tear and says,"My little girl is all grown up." I shoved her playfully and washed my cup out and said my goodbyes, with promises to let her know when to visit. Walking by to my hummer, I felt all the weight lift from my shoulders, with a nervous beat in my heart with the unknown. I headed to the airport.

I walked through the doubled glass doors and went through all the security procedures. Set up for my hummer to be flown to Louisiana and waiting for me for when I got off the plane. Walking to the boarding lane, I handed the flight attendant my boarding pass. Found my seat looking out at the windows on the runway of my old life. The days mess finally caught up to me. I sighed and closed my eyes.