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Little motel.
Tuesday, 3rd April, 2006.
So here I am, in a crappy motel somewhere in Philadelphia. This was as far as I could drive before my tears completely obstructed my view of the road. I’ll never know how I managed to get this far without being pulled over or causing an actual accident.
I left Alice a note on the kitchen table so she’d know nothing terrible had happened to me. It was short and not so sweet. Something along the lines of: Alice, tell everyone I’m sorry x.
This room smells like paint and I can hear the people next door having sex. It’s 5am and I haven’t slept. I’ve just been sitting in this horrible, uncomfortable twin bed and crying as quietly as I could manage.
Have I really done the right thing?
Tuesday, 3rd April, 2006.
Later.
Kate is on her way. She called me a ‘crazy psycho bitch’ and booked a ticket on the soonest flight.
I wonder if Alice found the note yet. She’s probably going insane and crying like I am. She’s probably trying to call me. I threw my phone out of the car somewhere on the drive in 3 pieces: battery, SIM card, plastic.
It’s amazing how everything can be broken down into such small pieces.
Wednesday, 4th April, 2006.
I wonder how Frank’s coping.
I wonder if I’ll ever be happy again.
So here I am, in a crappy motel somewhere in Philadelphia. This was as far as I could drive before my tears completely obstructed my view of the road. I’ll never know how I managed to get this far without being pulled over or causing an actual accident.
I left Alice a note on the kitchen table so she’d know nothing terrible had happened to me. It was short and not so sweet. Something along the lines of: Alice, tell everyone I’m sorry x.
This room smells like paint and I can hear the people next door having sex. It’s 5am and I haven’t slept. I’ve just been sitting in this horrible, uncomfortable twin bed and crying as quietly as I could manage.
Have I really done the right thing?
Tuesday, 3rd April, 2006.
Later.
Kate is on her way. She called me a ‘crazy psycho bitch’ and booked a ticket on the soonest flight.
I wonder if Alice found the note yet. She’s probably going insane and crying like I am. She’s probably trying to call me. I threw my phone out of the car somewhere on the drive in 3 pieces: battery, SIM card, plastic.
It’s amazing how everything can be broken down into such small pieces.
Wednesday, 4th April, 2006.
I wonder how Frank’s coping.
I wonder if I’ll ever be happy again.
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If you think I'm leaving it here, you're mental.Sequel shall be out within the next few days.