You gotta get out, I told her. What? Leave. Get out. Fuck you, she said. Spit came out of her mouth and landed on her chin. She leaned in before she opened the door. You’re just like him. You’re shit. You’re both shit. Something moved inside my stomach as I watched Meg walk back into the bar. It felt like a slimy worm was trying to make a home right there above my bladder. I put my clothes back on, except for my jeans, and drove home trying to forget about what Meg had said and that ugly thing that was growing inside of me. I wished you were there after I showered, cleaned myself up and lay down on the couch. We’d drink some more beer and talk about things only we understood. Except I didn’t want to talk about what had just happened.
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How they sunk into your life. What you owned and what you loved. How they tore apart something that wasn’t good, but was safe and constant. You finally brought that right hand from behind your back, gripping a wrench. You swung that thing right towards my head but I had time to duck because you always moved too slow. I backed away with every step you took and your breath was going in and out real fast, like you had just run the length of the Susquehanna River instead of swinging a wrench. I’ll never see you again, you said. I stopped backpedaling even though you could have hit me across the face and knocked my teeth out for good. Don’t say that, I said. You dropped the wrench and ran behind the garage. I heard your truck start and you nearly ran me over as you flew out of the lot. But I should have been a better friend. I should have laid under the tires and let your wheels crush my bones.
Word on the street was Meg left you even after you found out. You begged her to stay. Said you'd quit drinking and drugging, that you were being serious this time. Word on the street was she spit in your face, called you shit and moved in with her Mom in …show more content…
I’m gone for good. Good luck to all you fuckers. Yours Truly, Brendan Ray and a few other guys from the shop put together a search party. They drove around and showed the picture of you and Meg to different people from different towns. I didn’t join them because I knew it wouldn’t work. They came back each time with nothing. No one had seen you and no one would even know that stupid picture was the same guy.
Some say you’re probably waiting for the next full moon to drive to the Nicholson Bridge and jump. Land with a cracked skull and wait for someone to find your body in the road the next morning. But I know better than anyone. If we’re waiting for you to die, you’ll do the opposite and outlive every single person in Susquehanna County. It’s what you’re doing now. Getting your act together, fixing yourself up to prove us all wrong. Maybe you sit up on that bridge every morning before anyone wakes up, looking down at us all. You'll come back and tell us how earth looks from up there. How slow we move, how boring it looks without
How they sunk into your life. What you owned and what you loved. How they tore apart something that wasn’t good, but was safe and constant. You finally brought that right hand from behind your back, gripping a wrench. You swung that thing right towards my head but I had time to duck because you always moved too slow. I backed away with every step you took and your breath was going in and out real fast, like you had just run the length of the Susquehanna River instead of swinging a wrench. I’ll never see you again, you said. I stopped backpedaling even though you could have hit me across the face and knocked my teeth out for good. Don’t say that, I said. You dropped the wrench and ran behind the garage. I heard your truck start and you nearly ran me over as you flew out of the lot. But I should have been a better friend. I should have laid under the tires and let your wheels crush my bones.
Word on the street was Meg left you even after you found out. You begged her to stay. Said you'd quit drinking and drugging, that you were being serious this time. Word on the street was she spit in your face, called you shit and moved in with her Mom in …show more content…
I’m gone for good. Good luck to all you fuckers. Yours Truly, Brendan Ray and a few other guys from the shop put together a search party. They drove around and showed the picture of you and Meg to different people from different towns. I didn’t join them because I knew it wouldn’t work. They came back each time with nothing. No one had seen you and no one would even know that stupid picture was the same guy.
Some say you’re probably waiting for the next full moon to drive to the Nicholson Bridge and jump. Land with a cracked skull and wait for someone to find your body in the road the next morning. But I know better than anyone. If we’re waiting for you to die, you’ll do the opposite and outlive every single person in Susquehanna County. It’s what you’re doing now. Getting your act together, fixing yourself up to prove us all wrong. Maybe you sit up on that bridge every morning before anyone wakes up, looking down at us all. You'll come back and tell us how earth looks from up there. How slow we move, how boring it looks without