Tony: Thoughts after leaving Sammy to go find Beth.
Running was something Tony hated and was exceptionally well practiced in. It was weakness and strength wrapped up in one confusing package, right and wrong tangled up like multi colored wires plugged into his fucked up brain. Flexing his hand against the wheel, Tony grimaced when he remembered the blood that had covered his fingers not long ago. Sammy was his friend, his partner in crime, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was the only person Tony really had. Getting attached to people was never his strong suit, not that it was ever his fault. His parents taught him how easily people could be tossed aside, how easily they could be turned into trash, and he learned quickly to avoid being left in the dump.
Shaking his head to wipe away his thoughts, Tony let out a sigh as he flipped through the stations on the radio. Maybe he'd get some sort of answer, some sort of weird closure from finding Beth. At least he'd have one final job for Sammy done and that was enough for him. This trip was also his way of trying to find a new place to just be.
Random suits were apparently on his ass, Sammy was dead, and he didn't really have anyone to fall back to back at his old place. So why even go back. His eyes glanced into the rear view mirror where he could spot the top of his bag in the back seat. He didn't need that place anymore.
So maybe this wasn't running, maybe this was simply finding a way to be. He didn't know what he'd find where Beth was or even who he'd find. Anything was better than going home to a blood soaked garage, police hounds, and an empty home.
With a sigh, Tony rubbed his face before getting off a random exit to an empty parking lot. It was late and he'd been on the road for hours with a good long while to go. "Fuck." No one answered him in the empty silence as he reclined his seat a bit. "What the hell are you getting me into here, Sammy." Grumbling under his breath, Tony tried to get comfortable. With all the time he spent in cars, he still had trouble sleeping in them. Picking up the phone from the cup holder next to him, he reread the texts that had been exchanged hours before.
Good or bad, this was happening and a thrill shot through him. Maybe this could be good. A slight disgruntled noise slipped past his lips when he remembered the conversation he'd had with Sammy a few days before.
You gotta get some new friends man, get attached to at least one other person. Who knows what could happen tomorrow, you know? I don't want you wanderin this place all alone, you'll end up losin your mind.
"God damn." Maybe he'd find someone he could trust once he talked to Beth, maybe he could just wander from there. Too many maybe's were swirling in his head and he let out another sigh. Now he'd really fail at falling asleep. Pulling his seat back up, he drove to the closest place for a cup of coffee before hopping back on the interstate.
Maybe the road would answer all his maybes.
