Why was I so stubborn? I schooled my eyes back
into the pavement, so that I could pretend the sky wasn’t
there. Like that helped.
I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel
and hummed to myself. The radio would have done a better job at
distracting me, but there was only static. Of course.
I was so close
now. In the speed that I normally travelled, I could reach my house
in ten minutes—fifteen tops. But now I was crawling, and
everything was rushing besides me. I had thought
I’d be able to make it home
before the storm broke. I had been delusional.
And, God, this was not a normal storm either.
Had I been completely sober when I decided to hit
the road? I had drank enough for the intoxication to linger in my
system. But, ugh. I shuddered. Staying in the house of the party for
one more second, was out of the question. (At least at the time. Now
I have gained some perspective.)
I had been so drunk I passed out. Or at least, I
hoped I had merely passed out. My stomach knotted.
I had woken up today, and I found myself tangled
with a woman. And, well, no. I
had a boyfriend—a boyfriend—and
I didn’t like girls. Or at least I had firmly thought so until
this morning.
When I climbed out of bed, she didn’t steer.
She just took a deep breath and switched to her other side. Why did
that disappoint me?
Still, I was not disappointed enough to shake her
awake and ask her what exactly had happened yesterday. I turned away
and did my scape.
The sky had already been grey when I started
driving, but now it was an angry purple. Everyone smart was already
sheltered.
Not too long, and I will be too.
Just a few miles and I would veer off the highway. After that, it
wouldn’t be more than five minutes. Five
minutes. How could that sound like an
eternity? I shook my head to clear my thoughts.
My eyes peeked down to my phone. It was quietly
resting on the passenger seat. I worried my bottom lip in my teeth.
Had Jarred tried to call me? I mean, he better
have. We had argued yesterday, but if
he hadn’t tried to make contact—as futile as it would be
in this weather—he’d be in serious trouble.
Out of nowhere, an object smashed against my
window. A choked scream escaped my throat, and I jerked the steering
wheel to the left. When I realized how stupid my kneejerk reaction
had been, I tried to straighten my car in the lane. It skidded to the
other side and my foot smashed against the break.
My head was propelled forward and the car spun. I
had been going slowly, so apart from the nasty burse in my forehead,
nothing had happened.
Nothing had happened, but anything could.
I looked at the palm trees. They swung and bent
when the wind tried to run through them. It seemed like they were
about to snap. Like twigs. I couldn’t keep driving like this. I
would be blown away!
My breathing turned ragged. Shallow humphs
that did nothing to oxygenate me. My chest clenched. No! I refused to
slip into a panic attack right now. My car was across two lanes of
the highway, for crying it out loud! That would make the
storm—hurricane?—the second of my most pressing worries.
I started to feel like I was trapped in my own
mind, and my skin became tighter. The situation was hopeless. I would
die. Die!
Oh, no, no, no
way. Not now. I
took a deep breath and held it till my lungs started to protest. I
released it though my mouth, and repeated the process to restart my
breathing. Happy thoughts, happy
thoughts. I chanted in my minds.
Rainbows, lollipops, and beautiful shit. I gave myself another minute
to collect myself before driving again.
I was not well,
but I was better.
I clenched the wheel so that my fingers wouldn’t
tremble and made a U-turn. Granted, it was not a good plan, but it
was better than trying to reach my house. Within two minutes I was in
the gas station and proceeded to jump out of the car.
The rain drenched my dress and droplets of water
accumulated in my lashes. I had to blink a few times to be able to
see, but when my vision cleared, I halted on my tracks. I had planned
on bagging at the door of the adjoining convenience store. Maybe
someone was there. Maybe they had a basement. A basement.
The word made me sigh with longing. The
wind blew against my cheek and made it burn.
And the windows rattled.
The windows that took two entire walls from the
establishment. Instead of taking one more step toward it, I made a
beeline to the bathrooms.
I thanked God I already knew where they were as I
rushed towards the black metal door—my heels splashing against
the endless puddles of water. I fumbled with the latch—my
trembling fingers hindering the process—but I made it inside.
I slammed the door shut behind me.
I am a mess! I
was surprised when I caught my reflection in the dirty mirror. My
eyes were red and had nasty shadows under them. My hair was soaked
and it matted down onto my scalp and neck. My short dress clung to
my skin and water ran down my thighs. How was I this
wet? I didn’t spend more than two minutes outside.
I took a deep breath, massaged my forehead, and
let my mind raced. I needed to get a better shelter. I thought back
to the store—who would be there, anyway? Then the road. I tried
to visualize the neighboring buildings. I grunted in frustration.
Thiswould
have to
do.
A shattering sound made my head snap up. The high
window broke into dozens of pieces that feel forward. I scurried
backwards and hit my head against a corner. “Ow!” I
touched the back of my head and gingerly inspected where I had hit
myself. It was sore, but this wouldn’t kill me.
The glass had landed around the toilet—far
enough that I was left unharmed. It was a small window, so that
helped too. Maybe it was better to have it off the way now, right?
I rested my head against the wall and closed my
eyes. I slid until my ass hit the ground and tried to convince myself
the floor wasn’t sticky. As the long as the walls held steady,
nothing bad would happen. I hugged my legs to my chest.
It was only a storm after all, not a tornado, or
something. Just rain. And lightings. Hot strikes of electricity. I
was in a gas station.
Fear fisted my throat. I felt like I was choking.
What were the chances of one hitting this place, anyway? I hid my
head in my knees.
Outside, the wind seemed to violently knock
against the door.
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