Thirty eight

CHAPTER 38

GLENN

Under the heavy downpour I strolled the almost discarded road, the road was bare, my heart heavy as I listened to the sound of the water as it trickled down Into the drain.

At this point, it was starting to look glaring that Martha has an upper hand when it came to Santiago—

No matter how hard I thought about it, the whole situation with him seemed like a puzzle that would never be fixed .

A couple of hours ago, I had felt that the whole situation would be easy to comprehend but the more I thought about the situation, the more I saw the entire it was harder than I thought, still I couldn't get him out of my mind.

One part of me wanted to disappear from his life and never return yet I held on to him by a tiny string, not wanting to let go.

My heart pumped harder and harder as I walked through the bridge, toward the way back home.

My mind were filled with the memories of good times we shared, And most of all the the agony as well.

The closer I got to the home we shared, heat flowed through my chest, and at that moment I could tell myself that I didn’t know if it was fear or excitement but one part of me was ready to leave it all behind. at least for a little while.

I made a stop right there at the apartment, that had it's lights out, one more time I thought about what I wanted to do again.

All I needed this moment was the courage to go through with it, one part of my mind was settled on how heart broken he would be when he finds my things gone.

"You just have to do this Glenn." I muttered to myself.

Knowing I had just limited time, I got into the room as fast as I could making way to my room.

Flipping on the switch and lighting up the room I looked around it one more time—

I was forced to look at myself In the mirror, drawing In a deep breath.

The fact that I would be succumbing myself to another time on the streets occured to me, but I was ready to take that risk…

I hurried with my clothes, shoving it into my bag fast as I could.

The next moment, I deliberated between writing a short note but glancing at the grandfather clock on the wall and seeing I had thirty minutes left, I dashed to his room.

Slipping through the door, I let myself be engulfed in the scent of the room. The room was a reminder of the exact aspect I would miss.

I walked toward his locker and sniffed at his clothes.

"Would miss you." I muffled Into his shirt.

Searching, through his locker I got exactly what I wanted —Two hundred crisped note.

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I was hitting the road again, this time pulling the hoodie over my head as the rain drizzles slowly.

"Down town." I muttered to the man at the counter as I picked up the bus tickets.

One part of my mind still wanted me to go back to him so bad, but as it seemed I made up my mind on what I wanted so bad that returning to him wasn't on my menu.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and climbed into my space in the car, I hoped I

wouldn’t see have to see him anylonger no matter how painful it sounded, I hoped we never crossed path and I would never had to hear about him.

Iy didn't matter though, I would be in a space where I would be able to handle all this craziness, a space where I wouldn't have to deal with him or thought of my controversial past .

Even if we had been in the same house all this while, I may as well be on a different planet than he was .

The horn blares as the bus starts moving, I plugged in my stereo set, Under the bridge by Adele poured through the speakers of my stereo as the bus aaccelerated down the long driveway as it sped out onto the road.

I forced deep breaths out of my lungs that was filled with dark thick air, all this cane with heavy breathes while I tried to calm down.

By this time tomorrow it would all be gone, everything including my memories —

My thoughts had been that I'd try reaching him through a pay phone as soon as all this settled, soon I drifted into a not so short sleep.

By the time I had awaken, the bus was moving in a not so much busy road.

I wiped my eyes as I looked at the sign post pointing out that we were 12km away.

We were soon met with the high bridged walls of the town that when ended gave way to mahogany tree's lining either sides of the road. And within less than a minute, the bus was pulling up after veering left to it's park.

Outside early morning sun had a soft glow around the driveway in a circular motion.

As the bus packed, I hurried down fast as I could—

I glanced up, doing a double-check on the surrounding as I alighted.

I stared at the paper In my hands as I walked with my bag pack toward a motel at the end of road.

Walking to the front door of the motel, I walked in and went straight to the receptionist.

"Can I get a room please." I asked . "Your cheapest… " I was quick to add.

The receptionist went through the screen of her monitor. "Think I got one." She looked up at me for the first time.

She took a while but then came back with a key. "Room 54." She muttered.

Talking the keys from her I tiredly walked to the room that was taking a While to get to the door.

Soon as the door was opened, I fell to the bed taking a deep sigh as a fan swirled overhead.