AncilAfter about twenty minutes of wallowing in my own misery, I finally decided to get in my car and drive home. I was completely heartbroken. My face were soaked in tears with my eyes reddened. Loud music blasted out of the radio, in my attempt to silence my brain which grew louder every minute. I had a firm grip on the steering wheel and a heavy foot on the accelerator pedal. I was clocking 150m/s and the ticker was rising by the second. There was a long, clear stretch of quiet road ahead of me and the loud, roaring sound of the engine echoed throughout the air.
I slowly parked the car in the garage of my home. The other car wasn’t in the garage indicating that my mom wasn’t at home. Five in the morning and my mom wasn’t home. That was a bit weird but I just tottered into the dark house and flicked the lights on. The first place I went to was the kitchen because my belly needed love too. On the fridge, there was a note stuck below a magnet which read: Ronald, I won’t be home tonight. I left some food in the microwave for you.
It was a big bowl of noodles.
I sat in the living room while eating but unlike every other day, I didn’t turn the television on. It was a long and slow dinner/breakfast.
Three days had passed since the night of the Tom Hiddens concert which I didn’t attend. That night was also the night that I broke up with Kate Warren. But it wasn’t really a breakup because she wasn’t really my girlfriend and I wasn’t really her boyfriend. I was just her TOM. I was just a recast of the same character; a younger, more accessible Thespian. I was like Daniel Craig being cast for James Bond. However, for the sake of simplicity, I’ll just call it a breakup. For the first few days, I was sad and sulky but my sad and sulky state didn’t last too long. I still thought about her and got depressed when I did but I just did things to take my mind off of her. I tried re-watching all the seasons of The Walking Dead but after every single episode, I’d always think about how much Kate loved the show and then I got all sad and sulky again. So I stopped watching The Walking Dead and tried watching an entirely new show. After much research online I decided to watch House Of Cards. Season 1 was amazing but the tragic turn of events in season 2 surrounding Kate Mara’s character, Zoe Barnes, took me back to my sad and sulky state. I love Kate Mara. I love Kate Warren! And they were both gone.
I didn’t spend much of the day thinking about her but every little thing reminded me of her. There was a time when my mom gave me noodles and the shape of the noodles reminded me of how her wet hair looked on her skin the time I had embraced her in the shower. There was a time when my mom was getting ready to go on a date with William and she said the word “flawed” and it reminded me of the time she told me that my poetry was flawed. It was annoying but I couldn’t help it. Everything reminded me of her.
It was Saturday morning and I was in the living room sitting on the chair eating a bowl of chicken noodle soup staring at a blank television screen. I just wasn’t in the mood to watch television. My mom was in the kitchen washing some dishes and doing God knows what else she does in there. It was kind of like the typical Saturday in the Baker household but the only difference was that the television was off. I loved television and staring at the blank screen of a functional TV screen was a rare occurrence that only meant that something was wrong. I was surprised that my mother didn’t realize and I probably did it to get her attention without actually asking for it. She usually knew when something was wrong but not once since I broke up with Kate did she ask me “Honey, are you okay?” She was more concerned about telling me about how her dates with William Porter went and how charming he was. I loved that my mom was moving on with her life but the constant blabber about him was driving me nuts. My mom was all in love and there I was—ALONE!!!
The doorbell rang.
“Ron, would you get that?” My mom shouted from the kitchen.
Without answering my mom, I got up from the living room chair and answered the door. Samantha stood on the other side with a large oval bowl in her hand.
“Hey,” Samantha smiled.
“Ummm, hey. What are you doing here?” I asked, confused.
“I heard the news and just thought I’d come by,” She said, still smiling.
My mom came up from behind and said, “Oh hey Samantha. How long has it been?”
“Too long Mrs. Baker,” Samantha said. “I brought you some cherry pie.” She drew my mom’s attention to the bowl in her hand by pointing to it
“Thanks, dear,” My mom took the bowl and carried it to the kitchen.
Samantha was smiling cheek to cheek but my face didn’t match hers because I was still confused as to why she was at my house, let alone smiling. I thought that she would have been angry at me but there didn’t seem to be an angry bone in her body.
“Are you going to invite me in or what?” Samantha asked, maintaining her bubbly smile.
