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wrote: music first, then we’d let the lyrics come to life. My eyes glassed over as the music surrounded me. We were a doomed couple…lost in a twisted battle to find our purpose and still hold on to one another.
I put my car in reverse and backed out of the dark garage. As I crept down the driveway, I reached for the radio and hit repeat on the song, then turned it up as loud as it would go. The shadows had not threatened me since the night I wrecked my car, but I could hear the whispers behind them growing impatient for me to make good on my promise to redeem them all. I was on edge – always expecting an eruption of anger at any moment.
The bridge in my driveway had been replaced. My mother had spared no expense; instead of a wood floor, concrete had been poured and the roof was removed completely. It still made me uneasy to pass over it.
I turned right out of my driveway. I knew there was coffee shop a few miles down the road. Apparently, neither of us had slept much last night; we would need coffee if we were going to talk this out.
I had to circle the block, like, three times before I found a spot to park. The coffee shop was part of a little strip that held a few art galleries, a diner, and a few other random stores. The town’s post office and courthouse were on the opposite side of the street, so it was a popular area around here, to say the least. I ended up parking in front of the diner. I thought about just getting breakfast and taking it to Draven, but I doubted either of us had much of an appetite this early in the day.
Joggers and dog walkers crowded the sidewalk. I did my best to stay out of their way, but I managed to bump into more than one. As an old man being led by a Great Dane passed me, I dodged out of the way and found myself against the diner’s front windows. I was a little taken aback at seeing such a massive dog with a timid man. As I watched them pass out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar face inside the diner window, Britain’s face. My heart began to hammer violently against my chest. He hadn’t seen me, not yet. A girl was sitting across from him…it was Bianca, no doubt about it; her long, dark hair was twisted behind her head, revealing the broken heart birthmark on the back of her neck. They were sitting at a table by the window, and the Great Dane had managed to capture Britain’s attention, too; he was looking over his shoulder out the window as they passed by. I pulled the hood up on my hoodie and all but ran to the coffee shop two doors down – almost knocking over another dog walker in the process.
I pushed my way in the door of the coffee shop, then went to the window and peered out at the sidewalk. They were too close – too close to me, too close to my house. I thought about texting Britain and asking him what he was doing – maybe try and lure him away from here with a promise to meet him across town, but I couldn’t find the courage – I was scared he’d see my car.
My jealous streak started toying with my mind. I hadn’t seen Bianca in months, and she looked just as seductive and alluring as ever – I wondered if she had somehow found a way to reach Draven, if that was one of the reasons he’d been so distant. I shook my head in disgust; that was a farfetched idea, to say the least…Draven would never go near her. He didn’t have the soul to deceive me like that. A sick feeling centered in my stomach, though, as I realized that I had done just that: deceived him by keeping tabs on Britain. I bit my back teeth as I thought of how mad he was going to be when I told him – right now, I didn’t care. I just wanted all of this out in the open. I wanted a solid plan to win this battle we were fighting before it tore us apart.
I looked behind myself at the crowded coffee shop, then out to where my car was parked; I was trapped – and scared. I stood on my tiptoes and searched for Britain’s car. It didn’t take long to find it; his Aston Martin
I put my car in reverse and backed out of the dark garage. As I crept down the driveway, I reached for the radio and hit repeat on the song, then turned it up as loud as it would go. The shadows had not threatened me since the night I wrecked my car, but I could hear the whispers behind them growing impatient for me to make good on my promise to redeem them all. I was on edge – always expecting an eruption of anger at any moment.
The bridge in my driveway had been replaced. My mother had spared no expense; instead of a wood floor, concrete had been poured and the roof was removed completely. It still made me uneasy to pass over it.
I turned right out of my driveway. I knew there was coffee shop a few miles down the road. Apparently, neither of us had slept much last night; we would need coffee if we were going to talk this out.
I had to circle the block, like, three times before I found a spot to park. The coffee shop was part of a little strip that held a few art galleries, a diner, and a few other random stores. The town’s post office and courthouse were on the opposite side of the street, so it was a popular area around here, to say the least. I ended up parking in front of the diner. I thought about just getting breakfast and taking it to Draven, but I doubted either of us had much of an appetite this early in the day.
Joggers and dog walkers crowded the sidewalk. I did my best to stay out of their way, but I managed to bump into more than one. As an old man being led by a Great Dane passed me, I dodged out of the way and found myself against the diner’s front windows. I was a little taken aback at seeing such a massive dog with a timid man. As I watched them pass out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar face inside the diner window, Britain’s face. My heart began to hammer violently against my chest. He hadn’t seen me, not yet. A girl was sitting across from him…it was Bianca, no doubt about it; her long, dark hair was twisted behind her head, revealing the broken heart birthmark on the back of her neck. They were sitting at a table by the window, and the Great Dane had managed to capture Britain’s attention, too; he was looking over his shoulder out the window as they passed by. I pulled the hood up on my hoodie and all but ran to the coffee shop two doors down – almost knocking over another dog walker in the process.
I pushed my way in the door of the coffee shop, then went to the window and peered out at the sidewalk. They were too close – too close to me, too close to my house. I thought about texting Britain and asking him what he was doing – maybe try and lure him away from here with a promise to meet him across town, but I couldn’t find the courage – I was scared he’d see my car.
My jealous streak started toying with my mind. I hadn’t seen Bianca in months, and she looked just as seductive and alluring as ever – I wondered if she had somehow found a way to reach Draven, if that was one of the reasons he’d been so distant. I shook my head in disgust; that was a farfetched idea, to say the least…Draven would never go near her. He didn’t have the soul to deceive me like that. A sick feeling centered in my stomach, though, as I realized that I had done just that: deceived him by keeping tabs on Britain. I bit my back teeth as I thought of how mad he was going to be when I told him – right now, I didn’t care. I just wanted all of this out in the open. I wanted a solid plan to win this battle we were fighting before it tore us apart.
I looked behind myself at the crowded coffee shop, then out to where my car was parked; I was trapped – and scared. I stood on my tiptoes and searched for Britain’s car. It didn’t take long to find it; his Aston Martin
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