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Chapter 1
I looked out the window as the sleet hit the side of my window in sheets. It hadn't rain this hard since…'No, you're NOT going to think about that,' I reminded myself. It had been almost five years since it had happened, and I still hadn't fully recovered from the shock of it. (Pathetic, I know.) At least I had my son Jacob, who was at my parents house for three weeks, to live for. He was my and Rob's child. But Rob didn't know that we had one. Groaning, I got up from my extremely comfortable bed (not) and wandered into my kitchen to make some tea.
"BEEP! BEEP! This is an announcement from your local weather station. There is a severe thunderstorm and flash flood warning in place until…."
"Well no shit, a thunderstorm warning! Who would have guessed!" I switched off the radio and turned on the TV, considering it was a Saturday night, there had to be some sappy movie on. All to soon the kettle went off and I had to get up, take the boiling water off the stove, and then four minutes later take the tea bag out of the water. With a sigh, I sat back down to watch whatever movie that had just started.
"WHAT THE-!" Wow, was it really that late? 'I must have fallen asleep' It didn't matter; I was alone for the moment, unless you counted Sam, my cat. I got up, washed my face, and brushed my teeth, etc, before lying back down. Sam looked at her, then went back to sleep. " 'Night Sam." Within moments of putting my head on my pillow, I was asleep.
I had just gotten home, and something was very wrong. Rob wasn't there. It had been his day off, and he wasn't there. None of his things were there either. Oh no, Oh no. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Rob had left. I looked around in shock, and on the counter was a note. 'Oh GOD!' With a shaking hand I picked it up and read the tear stained note. "I'm sorry it ad to end like this. Don't look for me. I love you, Rob" Oh no, oh no. I felt myself falling, drowning….
I woke up drenched in a cold sweat, out of breath like I had just finished a marathon. Sam mewed at me expectantly. "Oh, okay sweetie, I'll feed you, hold on." I took a shaky breath, then got up, my legs complaining at me for their lack of rest. Sam led the way to his food dish and mewed at me again. I leaned down and grabbed his food dish while Sam wove in between my legs. 'I really need to remember to buy more cat food.' We were down to our last box, again. After setting down the food dish again, I went to start the coffee pot. Grabbing a filter out of the pantry, I glanced at the clock. "Holy-!" I had to be at work in 30 minutes, and it was a 20-minute drive on a good day. I rushed into the bathroom, ran my toothbrush through my mouth and a brush through my hair (I was getting good at getting ready in 2 minutes) then I threw on some cover-up. I pulled on my uniform, a black skirt and a button down shirt with a nametag (don't laugh at me!) and grabbed my purse. "Be good Sam," I called back to him as I closed and locked the door.
I turned, walked down the narrow hall and jogged down the three flights of stairs to my car. I opened the car, sat down, set my purse on the passenger seat, and started the car.
"Oh come on baby! You can make it a little bit longer!" I encouraged my dying car. (No, I am not insane, people talk to their cars and cats, and I don't expect them to actually respond.) About ten minutes into my drive, the song came on. Our song. I immediately pulled out a few of the tissues I keep just for times like this.
I wanted you to know,
That I love the way you laugh,
I want to hold you high
And steal your pain away…
We used to sing it together, even though neither of us could sing. But every time it came on, we would stop whatever we were doing and sing along. Thankfully, the song ended and the traffic report pulled me back into reality.
"There are slight delays both north and south-bound, but the ride is slowly clearing up."
'Thank God, only three more miles,' I thought to myself.
I arrived at work right in time for my shift, which earned a reprimanding stare from my jerk of a boss. I walked over to the desk, (I work in a movie theater, the only place that had a job opening) and the first onslaught of moviegoers entered.
The first part of the morning was exceedingly uneventful, so I decided I could go on my break a few minutes early. (It's not like boss head over there was going to notice). Then came lunch break, the highlight of my menial workday. I went back into the employee lounge. (If you can call it that. It was a concrete room with one ratty couch, a soda machine, and a snack machine, blech.) I bought my lunch (yummy…not) from our wonderful snack machine. Then 15 minutes later came Mr. Boss-head (of course I respect the man, he pays me…) sticking his head through the door, and calling our shift back up to our various jobs. (Because did anyone think to put a clock in our "lounge"? Nope.) So I relinquished my seat and went back to the snack thingy. (I work at a movie theater, and I still don't know what its real name is.) Finally, I had twenty minutes of torture left. I went to grab sodas for a family, and when I turned back around, 'Wait, no. No more late night for you, Jess.' I could have sworn I just saw him, standing in the crowd. But it couldn't have been, could it?