“Shit.”
Something must be wrong. I answer and ask, “Is everything ok?”
He slurs a little, “Yea kind of, I was out playing pool with the guys.”
I roll my eyes with aggravation, “Have you been drinking?”
“Um, yea I had a few.”
“You sound like you had more than a few. Where are you? You didn’t drive did you?”
“No, I’m outside the bar in my car.”
Unbelieving his carelessness I ask, “Do you need me to come get you?”
He softly speaks into the phone, “Yes, please. I don’t want to drive.”
Well maybe I was a little harsh, so I try to sound a little less judgmental and say, “Ok. I will be there soon.”
I hang up and type in the local cabs number on my phone. As I am pulling on my jeans, I hit call. I throw my shirt over my head and grab my keys. I wait a few minutes outside for the cab to arrive. I get in the car and tell him the address to take me to. I sit there with my phone in hand waiting to hear from Damon. I flip it open to see the time again, when I look up I notice the cabby eyeing me. I try to let it go, but the longer we are in the car the more uncomfortable I feel.
I should have told someone what I was doing. What if this creepy guy tries to rape and kill me? Shit, what do I do? Opening my phone again, I text Damon and let him know what cab company I called and I look to the front of the cab to find the cab number, I type it in and tell him that I am really freaked out by this guy. I slide my phone on vibrate and wait for his response, but I don’t get one. Luckily, the cab driver might have been a creeper, but he took me straight to the bar.
As I get out, I hand him a twenty and tell him to keep the change. Seeing the mustang parked down a few cars, I speed walk to it. I get to the car and Damon is passed out in the front seat. I bang on the window, he jumps, and looks to me startled. He reaches for the door handle and gets out. A little pissed at the situation I yell, “Why the hell didn’t you answer my text? I was sitting in the backseat of a cab and the guy was a total creeper. I was fucking scared to death!”
Hol ding up his hands, “I am sorry. I must have dozed off waiting for you. I am sorry, but it looks like you made it here ok, thank you for coming.”
I try to calm myself down realizing there is something else going on here, “Are you ok, what’s going on with you?”
With a low voice, he says, “No. I am not okay, my parents are getting a divorce, and it is bad. My dad came home for Christmas. They got mad when I went out to see you. Then when I got back in, they were fighting. It was a mess. It ended with dad telling mom that he wants a divorce. He told her that he is moving in with his secretary. Then he left and mom was a wreck. She was crying and I just couldn‘t take it anymore. So I came here.”
Realizing that I might have overreacted I tell him, “I am so sorry to hear that. Can I do anything to help?”
He shrugs his shoulders while giving me sad eyes and utters, “No, just be here with me.”
Pulling him into my arms I whispe r, “Ok, I am and I love you. It is going to be ok.”
He hugs me tight, “Please don’t ever leave me.” I just squeeze him tighter and rub his back to comfort him.
I stand there pissed as hell watching as she holds that screw up. I can’t believe he made her come out here this late at night to take a cab, what was she thinking? I could strangle them both.
We get into the car and I drive us back to my place, its late and he doesn’t want to go home. We sneak into my room and get into bed fully clothed I might add. He wraps me in his arms and I fall asleep.
I don’t take my eyes off of her the whole night. I watch her as she lies in his arms. At first, I was furious with him and her. This is my girl
Something must be wrong. I answer and ask, “Is everything ok?”
He slurs a little, “Yea kind of, I was out playing pool with the guys.”
I roll my eyes with aggravation, “Have you been drinking?”
“Um, yea I had a few.”
“You sound like you had more than a few. Where are you? You didn’t drive did you?”
“No, I’m outside the bar in my car.”
Unbelieving his carelessness I ask, “Do you need me to come get you?”
He softly speaks into the phone, “Yes, please. I don’t want to drive.”
Well maybe I was a little harsh, so I try to sound a little less judgmental and say, “Ok. I will be there soon.”
I hang up and type in the local cabs number on my phone. As I am pulling on my jeans, I hit call. I throw my shirt over my head and grab my keys. I wait a few minutes outside for the cab to arrive. I get in the car and tell him the address to take me to. I sit there with my phone in hand waiting to hear from Damon. I flip it open to see the time again, when I look up I notice the cabby eyeing me. I try to let it go, but the longer we are in the car the more uncomfortable I feel.
I should have told someone what I was doing. What if this creepy guy tries to rape and kill me? Shit, what do I do? Opening my phone again, I text Damon and let him know what cab company I called and I look to the front of the cab to find the cab number, I type it in and tell him that I am really freaked out by this guy. I slide my phone on vibrate and wait for his response, but I don’t get one. Luckily, the cab driver might have been a creeper, but he took me straight to the bar.
As I get out, I hand him a twenty and tell him to keep the change. Seeing the mustang parked down a few cars, I speed walk to it. I get to the car and Damon is passed out in the front seat. I bang on the window, he jumps, and looks to me startled. He reaches for the door handle and gets out. A little pissed at the situation I yell, “Why the hell didn’t you answer my text? I was sitting in the backseat of a cab and the guy was a total creeper. I was fucking scared to death!”
Hol ding up his hands, “I am sorry. I must have dozed off waiting for you. I am sorry, but it looks like you made it here ok, thank you for coming.”
I try to calm myself down realizing there is something else going on here, “Are you ok, what’s going on with you?”
With a low voice, he says, “No. I am not okay, my parents are getting a divorce, and it is bad. My dad came home for Christmas. They got mad when I went out to see you. Then when I got back in, they were fighting. It was a mess. It ended with dad telling mom that he wants a divorce. He told her that he is moving in with his secretary. Then he left and mom was a wreck. She was crying and I just couldn‘t take it anymore. So I came here.”
Realizing that I might have overreacted I tell him, “I am so sorry to hear that. Can I do anything to help?”
He shrugs his shoulders while giving me sad eyes and utters, “No, just be here with me.”
Pulling him into my arms I whispe r, “Ok, I am and I love you. It is going to be ok.”
He hugs me tight, “Please don’t ever leave me.” I just squeeze him tighter and rub his back to comfort him.
I stand there pissed as hell watching as she holds that screw up. I can’t believe he made her come out here this late at night to take a cab, what was she thinking? I could strangle them both.
We get into the car and I drive us back to my place, its late and he doesn’t want to go home. We sneak into my room and get into bed fully clothed I might add. He wraps me in his arms and I fall asleep.
I don’t take my eyes off of her the whole night. I watch her as she lies in his arms. At first, I was furious with him and her. This is my girl
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