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It even surprises me how little I'm leaving behind... My hometown was not even thirty minutes away and here I stood, getting farther and farther away from it as I made my way to the next flight that would take me out god forsaken country. It's not that I hate the country though, I just hate the people in it. Americans sure can cause alot of drama...so much, to drive someone of the country! Literally. My next destination? I had no clue...all I knew was that I had left my house in a rush.
I ran through the door, slamming it into the drywall in the process. Banging my feet on the steps with every step I took, then into my room and began to pack my belongings.
"Hey, Chris. What's wrong?" I looked over the side of my shoulder to look into the blue eyes that I knew anywhere.
"I gotta get outta here, Alfred." I shook my head in disappointment.
"W-What? Why?" I could hear the shock in his voice as he moved closer to me.
"Reasons." I grumbled as I went to my dresser drawer to start pulling out all of my shorts and placing them in my camo duffle bag. I really I didn't want to say anything.
"You know you can tell me...Aren't I your best friend?" His voice was laced with concern and worry as he took a step closer to me. My throat tightened as tears threatened to spill onto my cheeks. He was the only thing I would regret leaving behind. I sighed and continued to run around my room frantically, his eyes following and watching my every move.
"Tell me, dammit! I don't want you shutting me out. You always do when it's something serious." I could here the anger and confusion in his voice as it rose and fell, as if he was crying, or was about start doing so. Which ever one? I didn't have the slightest clue due to keeping my head down to avoid any sort of eye contact. It would only make it harder to leave. I continued to pack things, now currently onto all of my undergarments being that every other piece of clothing that I owned besides the ones that I was wearing were already packed away tightly. After I had finished with my undergarments, I made my way towards the door that Alfred was standing infront of so I could get to the bathroom we shared in the small two-bedroom apartment in Virginia Beach. He flailed his arms out on either side of himself as to block a smooth path beside him.
"You're not going anywhere until I know why..." He kept his eyes on the ground as he started to convulse, tears spilling out of their ducts, down cheeks and chin and onto the hard wooden floor below. I shifted impatiently from foot to foot as we shared a moment of silence. The only thing that I could clearly hear in the room was the ragged breaths he drew in as he continued to cry silently.
"Just tell me.." I stayed silent. Quietly looking and kicking the tips of my shoes against the ground that creaked in protest.
"Christina! Answer me, dammit! Stop being so fucking quiet!" He screamed and I flinched. He never yelled at me, let alone using my real name that no one called me by except for my deadbeat father who has been long gone from my thoughts. I looked up at him to see him staring back at me, still crying, but wanting answers nonetheless. Swallowing my cowardice for the moment, I started to speak up.
"Do you want to know why? Really?" My voice was very low, but I'm sure he could still hear the coldness in my words.
"You wanna know why I can't stand being here anymore? I can't even go to work without hearing all the fucking rumors that spread since highschool. High school, Al! High School! Do you think it's fun to hear people saying that you're a fucking prostitute just because you work at a bar? I had no choice! You know why I want to leave so bad? Because one of the regulars heard that fucking dirty little lie and started to come on to me. I told him it wasn't the truth, but he persisted. After I clocked out, he started to follow me home…" I started to have a hard time breathing as I was about to break down at any second.
"Chris, I-" He tried to say until he was interrupted.
"Let me fucking finish…" I growled through clenched teeth. "So he wouldn't find out where we lived, I ended up trying to lose him, but no matter which turns I took, he was always there. He finally approached me after we were well far enough away from anybody else and I panicked. Once he tried to touch me, I kicked him in the groin and ran as fast as I could to get here. I just don't want to deal with this shit anymore!" I screamed, tears finally sprouting onto my skin as I sobbed and dropped to the floor. He sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap in a tight hug.
"Shhh… you're safe now. Don't worry about it. If you still have your heart set, I won't stand in your way…I just wanted to know. If you're going, I suggest you go to England. I have a good friend who lives in London there. I'll give him a call if you want and you can stay there as long as you want to. He's got more than enough room and he wont mind." He said in hushed tone.
"Thank you." I replied through sniffing fits. Well, next stop, England!