I Am A Huge Fan

He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”

“Well I would say goodnight, but I don’t like you.” I pulled out and she sat back down, with tears streaming down her face. I drove through little communities listening to the radio and eating the food I saved. I arrived in Reno, Nevada at 7:00 a.m. My bloodshot eyes told me I needed to rest, even for a few hours, but I’m going to see my daughter. I was low on gas, but I decided to take the risk of going up the mountain on the way to Tahoe. The tree’s became a blur as I pushed the pedal. The warm summer light beaming onto the road before me. The pine trees smell blessed my nose.

“I want you to look at her and tell her you no longer want to be a part of our lives because she’s not worth living for.”

“Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red lipstick and ran out the door. The warm night air brushed against her legs as she quickly walked to the bar downtown. She was on a mission tonight… and being late wasn’t part of the plan.

She sighed “ I know you have been hurt by people around you, so I’m sure you know how your daughter feels. Her mother left her, just like the way your parents left you. But add to that the fact that she is being treated badly by her father, that is worse than what you went through as a child. She just found out that her father killed someone. Do you want her to witness her father killing another person in from of her? Or maybe her father dying because the police shot him? You don’t want her to go through that. She has gone through enough.”

She seemed to fall back at such a question, but taking the step I wouldn’t take and grabbing my hand to pick me up off the ground, she smiled softly; holding onto me as tenderly as possible, “I know you don’t. I mean, all this time you’ve chased after me and blamed me for everything. It must go against everything you believe in, but listen, I’ve never wanted to harm you and I never will. You’re a part of me. If you want to blame me and hate me for making you live with me after all this too, you have the right to do that. For now, just know that I’m gonna take care of you and the next time I see Lalnable, I’m gonna thank him and then flux him up, I

Lilly glanced down the row of cars all parked up under the trees. A chill moved through her. She brought her knees up to her chest, pressed her thighs against her rib cage and let her head sink down. She needed to find a place to stay. She needed somewhere to sleep and she needed to be able to get ready tomorrow to make sure Bobby saw her looking hot again. Because he would kick himself once he saw her all made-up in a nice dress and nice shoes. He’d feel pretty dumb for avoiding her this last year over a stupid pair of flip-flops. But how was she going to be that girl who turned his head if she spent tonight sleeping rough? Lilly closed her eyes and tried not to let it upset her. Puffed up eyes was the last thing she

I scratched at my forearms, itching for another fix. The light from my phone illuminated my face as I checked my text messages from my dealer, hoping soon he would be at the meeting place, cause I was cold. The wind whipped at my face as I walked up to the abandoned hotel where I was told to meet. The hotel had been standing alone for almost a hundred years now and was completely deserted other than occasional junkie or homeless person that milled about. People in this town barely even knew it was here anymore, everyone had moved on into a more industrial age and forgot about the history hiding in the shadows. The door creaked loudly as I opened it, the sound echoing through the pitch black halls. I switched on the flashlight on my phone and

“You’re the one taking her away. You abuse her. You accuse and belittle her! Shoot, you’re just a sick fuck who needs to be taught a lesson!” I spat at the man as I narrowed my eyes. He narrowed his own. He raised his gun and I backed away slowly.

Outside, the rain pours down onto the concrete. The splashes of the rain calms her down, but she grows more depressed. Her mom’s car is out in the distance, and she slowly paces to the passenger seat. The car ride home is dead silent. Elle stares outside the window with a blank expression on her face. She replays the moment of her falling in her mind over and over again.

The hum of the air conditioner was drowned out by the radio, blasting the music just a touch too loud. The singing accompanying the radio was slightly sharp, her brother’s voice straining itself to be heard over the music. She rested her head on the window, eyes following the pavement markings as they raced by. The same trees had lined the highway on either side for the past two hours, and if it weren’t for the sign they drove past welcoming them to North Carolina, there would have been no indication they’d moved at all. The music quieted, and an instruction was given robotically from her father’s phone.

“No, get away from me! You’re crazy why did you hurt me?!” She yelled at him as tears kept falling from her cheeks.

It was a rainy summer afternoon in New York. The fog painted a blurry cityscape of only the tops of the tallest buildings. The absurd amount of traffic was creating a nervous knot in my stomach. I was exhausted from the non-stop eighteen hour drive from Alabama. Excitement pumped through my veins; thankfully, this was the only thing keeping me awake. The thoughts of finally meeting Lucki, a girl very special to me, the next day raced through my brain.

“My husband had been shot in the civil war, we had no family, I needed to take care of my son, he can no get hurt, I would never forgive myself.” The child continue to stare at his feet, as Aleena pulls him to her side.

​My ears rang as I leaned my head against the chilly car window. My euphoric gaze followed the amber glow of street lights as my family’s car crawled down the highway, headed back to my grandfather’s house in Lorren D Heights. My parents sang along to the CD in the stereo system, just as they hadn’t heard the same song minutes before. They sang off-key as they held hands over the console and my father looked back at me and offered a smile.