I sat at the apartment, vegging in front of the television later that night. The bad feeling in my gut just not going away. I prayed that it was wrong for a change. Gwen didn't need to be put through any more shit than she had already gone through. I sat there watching the new Matthew Good Band video on MTV when the phone wrung and made me jump out of my skin.
" Hello." I said, fearful of who it may be.
" Hey. You sound kind of edgy tonight." the voice on the other end said, it was only Scott.
" Hey Scott. Yeah, Gwen went back to Tulsa tonight to get her stuff." I said.
" And you didn't go with her?" he asked.
" She wouldn't let me because of my shoulder." I said. I sighed.
" You don't blame me do you?" he said, chuckling. It was in a match with him that I hurt it.
" Nah, but if she gets hurt then you have to drive me to the airport." I said laughing. He laughed too, he only lived about a block away.
" Hell, why don't I just come over. I'm bored out of my fucking skull anyway." he said. I could probably use some company right now.
" Sounds good." I said.
" I'll be over in a few." Scott said, hanging up the phone. I hung up mine and sat there.
Scott arrived about fifteen minuets later and I got up and answered the door.
" You can tell this apartment has had a woman in it." Scott said upon entering.
" Yeah." I said, wishing she was here right now, in my arms, so I know she was safe. The phone wrung again and I went and picked it up. "Hello."
" Terry?" I heard the voice on the other end say.
" That's me." I said.
" It's me Isaac, you should find some way to get down here quick." he said.
" Down to Tulsa? What the fuck happened?" I asked, panicked.
" Just come down as soon as possible." he said quietly.
" Ike, tell me what the fuck happened to Gwen." I shouted.
" He got her again Terry. I tried to stop him and he pushed me down the stairs. He threw Zac through the sliding glass doors." I heard him say.
" I'll be there tonight. Where are you at?" I asked.
" Tulsa memorial hospital." he said. " Hurry." he said. I threw the phone down and ran to my bedroom. I opened the closet and grabbed some clothes and threw them into the bag. Got everything else I needed and walked back out to Scott who had already got the keys to his car and was on his way out the door.
I sat all the way to the airport without saying a word. I was too angry and worried to say anything. I was afraid that if I said something that it would come out in either a massive roar, or a fit of tears. So I was silent. I think it was beginning to scare Scott, he turned on the radio. I smiled when he did, it was playing one of Gwen's favorite songs, " Down" by Fuel. We reached the airport and Scott went to the parking garage.
" You could just have dropped me off." I said. He parked and shut off the car.
" I'm coming with you." he said.
" You don't have anything packed." I said, getting out with my bag. He popped the trunk and grabbed a bag out of it.
" Always be prepared." he said. " Now let's go rescue Gwen." he said. We ran all the way to the monitors to see Delta had the first flight to Tulsa out that night, and it left in half an hour.
We managed to get the last two remaining tickets on the flight and ran to the gate. We boarded the plane and took our seats. Mine was all the way in the back of the plane by a man that looked only a few years younger than me. He let me have the outside seat and I got settled in for the hour and a half flight, which I was sure was going to be the longest flight of my life.
" You look worried, what's wrong?" the man beside me asked. I looked over at him.
" Oh, um, my girlfriend is hurt." I said, feeling the tears swell in my eyes.
" Oh, I'm sorry. I guess it wouldn't be a good time to ask for an autograph." he said.
" It's no problem. Sorry, I'm just kind of upset." I said. He slid a piece of paper over to me and I signed it.
" Thanks. I hope Gwen gets feeling better. What happened to her, if you don't mind me asking?" he asked.
" Her ex-boyfriend beat her up." I said. I felt my blood boil as I said that.
" Oh, I'm sorry." he said. " I hope everything okay."
" Thanks, me too." I said. I prayed that everything would be okay.
" Hello." I said, fearful of who it may be.
" Hey. You sound kind of edgy tonight." the voice on the other end said, it was only Scott.
" Hey Scott. Yeah, Gwen went back to Tulsa tonight to get her stuff." I said.
" And you didn't go with her?" he asked.
" She wouldn't let me because of my shoulder." I said. I sighed.
" You don't blame me do you?" he said, chuckling. It was in a match with him that I hurt it.
" Nah, but if she gets hurt then you have to drive me to the airport." I said laughing. He laughed too, he only lived about a block away.
" Hell, why don't I just come over. I'm bored out of my fucking skull anyway." he said. I could probably use some company right now.
" Sounds good." I said.
" I'll be over in a few." Scott said, hanging up the phone. I hung up mine and sat there.
Scott arrived about fifteen minuets later and I got up and answered the door.
" You can tell this apartment has had a woman in it." Scott said upon entering.
" Yeah." I said, wishing she was here right now, in my arms, so I know she was safe. The phone wrung again and I went and picked it up. "Hello."
" Terry?" I heard the voice on the other end say.
" That's me." I said.
" It's me Isaac, you should find some way to get down here quick." he said.
" Down to Tulsa? What the fuck happened?" I asked, panicked.
" Just come down as soon as possible." he said quietly.
" Ike, tell me what the fuck happened to Gwen." I shouted.
" He got her again Terry. I tried to stop him and he pushed me down the stairs. He threw Zac through the sliding glass doors." I heard him say.
" I'll be there tonight. Where are you at?" I asked.
" Tulsa memorial hospital." he said. " Hurry." he said. I threw the phone down and ran to my bedroom. I opened the closet and grabbed some clothes and threw them into the bag. Got everything else I needed and walked back out to Scott who had already got the keys to his car and was on his way out the door.
I sat all the way to the airport without saying a word. I was too angry and worried to say anything. I was afraid that if I said something that it would come out in either a massive roar, or a fit of tears. So I was silent. I think it was beginning to scare Scott, he turned on the radio. I smiled when he did, it was playing one of Gwen's favorite songs, " Down" by Fuel. We reached the airport and Scott went to the parking garage.
" You could just have dropped me off." I said. He parked and shut off the car.
" I'm coming with you." he said.
" You don't have anything packed." I said, getting out with my bag. He popped the trunk and grabbed a bag out of it.
" Always be prepared." he said. " Now let's go rescue Gwen." he said. We ran all the way to the monitors to see Delta had the first flight to Tulsa out that night, and it left in half an hour.
We managed to get the last two remaining tickets on the flight and ran to the gate. We boarded the plane and took our seats. Mine was all the way in the back of the plane by a man that looked only a few years younger than me. He let me have the outside seat and I got settled in for the hour and a half flight, which I was sure was going to be the longest flight of my life.
" You look worried, what's wrong?" the man beside me asked. I looked over at him.
" Oh, um, my girlfriend is hurt." I said, feeling the tears swell in my eyes.
" Oh, I'm sorry. I guess it wouldn't be a good time to ask for an autograph." he said.
" It's no problem. Sorry, I'm just kind of upset." I said. He slid a piece of paper over to me and I signed it.
" Thanks. I hope Gwen gets feeling better. What happened to her, if you don't mind me asking?" he asked.
" Her ex-boyfriend beat her up." I said. I felt my blood boil as I said that.
" Oh, I'm sorry." he said. " I hope everything okay."
" Thanks, me too." I said. I prayed that everything would be okay.
