“I have had ENOUGH!”

I screamed as I ran to my room. No one understands the never ending finger pointing. But it seems to only point to my face.

“You can’t tell me YOU cheating and stealing from me is MY fault. What is my fault is ever thinking the best thing to happen to me was you!”

I couldn’t be broken by someone… or at least I thought. But that damage is done and I don’t love them enough to consider negating the bullshit. At last, maybe it is time to just let things go…

I began packing while they played the victim game:

“I only did it because we got in a fight… but… I never meant for any of it to go this far.”

“Had you just let me go have fun with my friends instead of asking me to stay for dinner”

“It was OUR 3 year anniversary…” I mentioned quietly as I eyed swelled with tears.

“And? We have PLLLENTYYYY” of years to celebrate. Friends come and go so quickly.

“I know… and now your friends know you do, too.”

“Such a bitch thing to say. Just angry she was hotter and better. It’s the fact that you made me do this. You are always working, then you come home and keep working. Like you have no time anymore!”

This is the lowest blow this low life could muster?

“Since you liked her so much more” I replied, SHE can pay your bills and get you to shower more than monthly.”

And with that, I closed the door on this gas bubble of a human, take the car under my name and take off.

3 hours down I5 highway and I am still broken inside. I didn’t think it would go away but fuck, does it kill! I make my way to a rest stop. I can’t exactly see anything between the blur from the tears and the grogginess.

I park the car and lower my head in a sob. I needed this. When I felt the urge to look up, as if the voice in my head sensed I was going to need my strength soon. My head is pounding as I sense the need to lift my eyes. I notice the light flicker a few hundred feet from my car. There’s a outline of a white cloud of a body. I dare not rub my eyes in case I miss it.

It begins to shift and it moves closer to me. I’m not able to move. I can barely breathe. I’m not scared, but I am ready to run. As it moves within 10 feet of the front of the car, the approaching being forms into a solid figure,

“Excuse me ma’am? Are you okay? I noticed you sitting there and thought I’d check.”

“Who the fuck does that?” I apologized to him. Meant to keep that thought silent.

Little did I realize the flashing beams surrounding him as he walked passed.

Red.

White.

“Wait… don’t shoot”