Rollercoaster
Chapter 39
Aimee's POV
I briskly walked along the streets of New Jersey. Was this even New Jersey? I didn't recognize it at all. It's not as if my mom lived a block away from Frank. It took two hours getting here in the car.
Great job, Aimee. Thinking you could just run away and be safe in Frank's arms? This is real life, things don't just happen like that. You of all people should know that by now.
I had no idea where I was walking to, I just wanted to go back home.
I reached an abandoned park. It was quiet. Too quiet for one in the afternoon. Sitting down carefully on a rusty bench, I took out my cell phone.
No messages. No missed calls.
I wondered if Frank had gotten my other three calls.. Did he even care anymore? Maybe this was the last straw he'd had of me and he was just fed up...
Just then I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. I shakily answered it. It was him. I smiled to myself. He told me to describe where I was. I didn't have a clue...
I desperately searched for some sort of shop or anything with the town's name on it so I could tell Frank. I looked across the street and saw a row of houses with Loughshore Avenue painted on a sign outside.
I gasped. Loughshore. The small village was always on the news. Stories of rape, murder, muggings, abduction... The list goes on and on.
Why? Why did I have to be here? Why couldn't I have just stayed put for the time being?
I hesitated before informing Frank of where I was. There was a pause on the line. He obviously hadn't heard of it.
He told me to stay where I was and that he was coming soon. I just prayed to God he was right. I didn't want to be another one of those sad, disgusting stories on the news. The girls that never get found...
I shuddered as I took out my IPod, even though no one was around. No wonder.
I turned it on and listened to the first song on shuffle.
Build God, Then We'll Talk by Panic! At The Disco:
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street.
Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Yeah (Yeah)
And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before,
after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses
And the sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
I smiled. These guys really knew how to cheer me up. I just needed to listen to Brendon's voice and all my troubles would melt away.
The next five songs had passed and still no sign of Frank.
I started to panic when an oldish guy entered the park. He was small and overweight, and his beady brown eyes watched me like a hawk. His tracksuit was stained and his large belly hung out over it, leaving a huge bulge.
I felt those creepy eyes staring at me from the other side of the park. I just pretended I didn't notice him and kept listening to my IPod.
Standing on the rooftops
(Wait until the bombs drop)
This is all we got now
(Scream until your heart stops)
Never gonna regret
(Watching every sunset)
We'll listen to your heartbeat
(All the love that we found)
Although Ian never got to finish that song...
I jumped as I felt a large hand clasp my shoulder tightly.
I briskly walked along the streets of New Jersey. Was this even New Jersey? I didn't recognize it at all. It's not as if my mom lived a block away from Frank. It took two hours getting here in the car.
Great job, Aimee. Thinking you could just run away and be safe in Frank's arms? This is real life, things don't just happen like that. You of all people should know that by now.
I had no idea where I was walking to, I just wanted to go back home.
I reached an abandoned park. It was quiet. Too quiet for one in the afternoon. Sitting down carefully on a rusty bench, I took out my cell phone.
No messages. No missed calls.
I wondered if Frank had gotten my other three calls.. Did he even care anymore? Maybe this was the last straw he'd had of me and he was just fed up...
Just then I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. I shakily answered it. It was him. I smiled to myself. He told me to describe where I was. I didn't have a clue...
I desperately searched for some sort of shop or anything with the town's name on it so I could tell Frank. I looked across the street and saw a row of houses with Loughshore Avenue painted on a sign outside.
I gasped. Loughshore. The small village was always on the news. Stories of rape, murder, muggings, abduction... The list goes on and on.
Why? Why did I have to be here? Why couldn't I have just stayed put for the time being?
I hesitated before informing Frank of where I was. There was a pause on the line. He obviously hadn't heard of it.
He told me to stay where I was and that he was coming soon. I just prayed to God he was right. I didn't want to be another one of those sad, disgusting stories on the news. The girls that never get found...
I shuddered as I took out my IPod, even though no one was around. No wonder.
I turned it on and listened to the first song on shuffle.
Build God, Then We'll Talk by Panic! At The Disco:
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street.
Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Yeah (Yeah)
And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before,
after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses
And the sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
I smiled. These guys really knew how to cheer me up. I just needed to listen to Brendon's voice and all my troubles would melt away.
The next five songs had passed and still no sign of Frank.
I started to panic when an oldish guy entered the park. He was small and overweight, and his beady brown eyes watched me like a hawk. His tracksuit was stained and his large belly hung out over it, leaving a huge bulge.
I felt those creepy eyes staring at me from the other side of the park. I just pretended I didn't notice him and kept listening to my IPod.
Standing on the rooftops
(Wait until the bombs drop)
This is all we got now
(Scream until your heart stops)
Never gonna regret
(Watching every sunset)
We'll listen to your heartbeat
(All the love that we found)
Although Ian never got to finish that song...
I jumped as I felt a large hand clasp my shoulder tightly.