Hoping she wouldn't follow me, I emptied my body of the sick churning in my stomach, a pain twisting over me. More phantom pains shot through me, and tears fall. Wiping them away, I stayed where I was, unwanting, unable, to move. Moments, minutes past, and Catherine must have stayed where she was, as no hands, or soothing voices were standing over me.
Moving to the sink I splashed my face with water, swilling out my mouth. I had to get out. Popping a mint into my mouth, I skulked out.
I couldn't head towards Catherine, and I wasn't about to ask her for any more help, slipping out of the bathroom, and out of her house as quietly as I could, I walked away.
I began to run.
It didn't matter to were, just anywhere. Anywhere would do.
Feeling my chest burn, and my feet pound, blood rushing about in my head. I could hear my own footsteps, and hear my heartbeat bouncing around in my head, in my ears. I began to block out the rest of the world, my vision tunnelling.
I had wanted nothing more than to keep my past in the past, to keep it hidden. Why did Hank have to show up. Why now. Why.
Slowing down, out of breath, I stopped. Where was I?
I must have decided it didn't matter as I carried on walking. I found myself walking up someone's driveway. A house with blue washed walls, dead flowers. Nothing picturesque, but something familiar to me.
Something bitter.
Raising my hand, I knocked on the door. I didn't care who's house I was going to invade, or which person would enter it. I know that I somehow knew where I was. That I knew the person who resided her, but I just couldn't remember why.
I need to forget. I looked down, hearing the door open.
''Sara...? Sara what are you doing here?''
Looking up, without a word, I walked, almost barged my way into the house, heading for the fridge, grabbing a bottle of beer that I knew would be there, I downed it almost in one.
Cringing at the taster, it's own twisted bitterness. The irony.
''Sara, I asked, what are you doing here, I thought...''
I interrupted, shrugging my shoulders ''I fancied a walk, ended up here.'' I grabbed another beer from my reluctant hosts fridge, opening it, I took a sip, this time trying to savour the taste.
''Fancy a shag Hank?'' I walked towards his bedroom. I need to forget.
