Chapter Seven

Two-Bit

I've got to get out of here.

It's been three weeks, I'm mostly better. My nose is still stopped up, and I get headaches a lot, but other than that I'm fine. Savannah has been leaving me to go to work for the past couple of days. She's been hinting that she wants to talk to me about the nightmares that I had while I was sick. I was never going to tell her, or anyone. I have to get out of here.

I remember where I live now; I have for a long time. I want to get home, I'm sure everyone is worried about me; I've been gone for three weeks. I can't just leave though. Savannah took care of me; she didn't have to do that. I wish there was something I could give her, but I don't have anything. Maybe I should wait until she gets home to leave, but then she might want to talk to me about my dream. I can't talk about that, not yet.

Then there's the problem of actually getting home. I can't just walk, it's several miles. I don't have money for bus fare and I can't steal any money from Savannah. I don't feel like hitchhiking. There's always a chance that you'll be picked up by some psycho when you do that, and I'm not up to fighting off a psycho. I guess I could call someone and tell them to pick me up. That would make an interesting phone call. "Hey you guys. I'm stuck on the Soc end of town with no way to get home. Why you ask? Well, I was completely helpless with the flu for the past several weeks and I was staying in some random girl's apartment." That wouldn't work either.

I finally decided on taking the bus. I felt bad stealing from Savannah, but it was just a few cents. I also wrote a note and left it on the kitchen table. It said:

Savannah,

I wanted to stay longer, but I can't. I can't tell you why. I'm really confused and I need to go back home to sort things out. Thanks for taking care of me. If you ever need a favor just go to the east side and ask for Two-Bit Matthews. Someone will find me for you. I feel terrible for leaving; you were so nice to me. I just had to leave; I'm sure you understand.

Thanks again,

Two-Bit

That was probably one of the longest things I had ever written. Savannah's dog walked over to me and sniffed me.

"Bye, Sheba," I said.

Sheba kind of cocked her head to one side and looked at me strangely. Her expression said "Where are you going?"

I shook my head and walked out the door. I went to the bus stop and caught the bus home. At least, I thought I was going home. The closer I got to the east side, the more I felt like I was leaving home. I told myself that it was just because I'd been living at Savannah's apartment for so long, but something just didn't feel right.

Savannah

Two-Bit was gone.

When I came home the apartment felt really empty. I called out Two-Bit's name several times, but he didn't respond. Then I found the note on the table.

When I was done reading the note I felt like crying. I don't really know why. I guess it was because I had gotten so used to having Two-Bit around. I missed him. Why did he leave? Was it something I did?

I made dinner and took Sheba on a walk, but I was still thinking about Two-Bit. I hoped that he was Ok. I wanted him to come back.