Momentary Indiscretion
Gloom fell in place.
My chest constricted in an everlasting manner.
Betrayal is an ugly thing. I don't hate her for it but what happened?
Was I not good enough?
My head was clouded as I pushed down on the gas pedal racing my way home. I need to get there- it felt like the oxygen there is enough to help with my suffocation in my lungs. I needed the oxygen there to feel sane again, I need home and I want the suffocation to go.
Cars beeped and honked as my Aston Martin sped down the streets and recklessly pull in and out of lanes to reach the only place I know I need to get to.
Soon the neighbourhood came into view and I manoeuvred the way into my drive. I took long strides to get into the house, jammed my key into the hole several times before it fitted and granted me the access.
26/07/2012