Somehow I've always turned the depressing events in my life into fuel for and undying hatred that began to flare even more since my awakening. It's always been there. I just never fed it the right kind of stuff to make it erupt into a monstrous flame such as the one now consuming me.
I've come to a crossroad and time is running out. Either I could go searching for our dark knight or head over to Sam's place and patiently wait. Time is tick-tocking away and I needed to make up my stubborn mind, but I know I need to make it on my own, without the help of a destructive flame thrower.
Hitting the gas pedal, the van jerked forward a little and I quickly headed over to Sam's place cutting my time in half from subconsciously letting my foot off the gas only when I realized I was pushing the old betty too much. Easing on the brakes just a little bit, the van screeched slightly and I parked her into a garage within walking distance as to not draw too much attention.
Cutting the engine, I grabbed my cigarettes and pushed them into my jacket's inner pocket lightly, as to not crush them, then sprinted toward the back side of the building less than half a block away. Looking around I noticed it still had one usable entrance, a large metal sliding door that would survive even nuclear warfare and can only be opened from the inside.
The building stood about three stories with only two windows on the highest level's back entrance and one large one taking up the front part of the third story. Bricks appeared to be missing or charred, while other parts had vines and kudzu trying to wrap around the whole establishment.
Sticking a cigarette into my mouth, I lit it and took a long drag, then placed my hands onto wall. Suddenly, my body shook and I began to climb upwards to the third story where one of the back windows was surely unlocked. Concentrating, my climb was hard considering I hadn't practiced this in forever, but I had to make it or I'd snap my neck on the fall down.
Just my luck, my newly lit cigarette dropped below and landed in the grass, this seemed to anger me a little more considering that I don't know where to get anymore once I run out. It's not like I'm going to talk to anyone anymore and god knows where my fake license is, like hell if I'm going home again. Crazy family would trip if I just showed back home to get my fake license.
Yeah, I'm on this search to find my brother and my best, well, ex- best friend, but I am surely not going to be safe running around clean as a whistle without any cigarettes. That's just straight up unsafe.
Finally, I reached the first window and tried to jiggle it about a bit, but unfortunately I must have missed something because my 'wait-for-him-and-look-all-sexy-spy-like' plan failed miserably because next thing I know I'm being pulled through the window and slammed onto the hardwood floor violently.
My head was banged up from the fall and there would at least be a scalp bruise if not a bump.
"Ouch, asshole"
There was a pause then " Charlie?... I thought you were missing. Better yet, what are you doing breaking into my apartment?" A note of unmistakable surprise was ringing through his voice.
Picking me up like a cripple in a swift motion as if I weighed nothing, Sam moved toward a nearby leather E-Z boy and set me down lightly. Once he moved back and took a good look at me I lifted my hand and gave him a shaky salute from my middle finger.
"If you crushed my cigs, you're going down, man"
His bright sarcastic smile and slightly huff showed he wasn't too angry about me breaking in, or at least it looked that way on the surface. Something was off about him. We didn't talk for months, no looks, or suggestions of wanting contact from me. He looked almost,... Happy?
His humorous expression died when he saw the suspicious look on my face follow by the cold words flowing from my lips, " Why are you smiling? I thought 'Sam The Man' didn't smile for anyone?"
Reaching into his coat pocket he removed a pack of cheap menthols and handed me one and offered a light as soon as I placed it between my lips. The whole time he wore a confusing face that seemed sad, yet the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.
"I missed you.."
Sighing quickly replied fast with narrowed eyes and acid in my voice " Cut it. Where is Cory?"
"Why should I tell you?" This time his face was intense, just like I had always seen it and I had no answer for him. I had nothing to give, or at least I thought that's what I thought.
"What do I have to give you? What do you want?"
In an instant he reached across and stole the cigarette between my lips and took a long drag that seemed to last forever, put the cherry out on his left palm, bent over clearing the distance between us, and then locked lips with me blowing the smoke into my mouth for me to inhale.
After that I could let go of his mouth as his hands went to either side of my head and little tears fell down my face. It took my whole being to pull away from him and once I did I looked into his frozen eyes and whispered, " You're so cold...You've always been cold... Why do you want me?"
" I've always wanted you. I've always wanted all of you," he paused and scanned my whole face as if it were to be the last time he'd see me and added " Just tonight...one last time...and I'll give you everything you need to find Cory...and Warren.:" He said the last part so low I wasn't sure I had heard it
Biting my lower lip, I nodded slowly and gave into the iciness of his arms.
