You Can't Break Me

1-How It Started

I opened the window slowly, hoping not to wake him up. I need to get out of here and fast. After getting the window open wide enough to fit me and my bags, I slowly pushed both bags out the window trying not to make too much noise.

I cannot risk waking him up. I cannot risk finally escaping. I paused listening for footsteps in the hallway. After hearing none I slowly inched my way out the window. I prayed hard hoping he would wake up.

As both my feet hit the ground, I grabbed my bags and slowly head towards the car. I grab the keys out my pocket and put the car key in the door. Opening the door I throw both my bags in and climb in the car.

Putting the key in the ignition, I turn on the car. As soon as I start the car, the light in the living comes on and then the front door opens.

As I put the car in drive and put my foot on the gas, I could see him start to run towards the car. Speeding off down the road, I headed to the nearest freeway exit. I did it. I escaped.

Life is funny in a way. A year ago I didn't think I would even be alive but yet here I am on another blind date, my coworker London, set me on.

"So, how long have you been living in San Diego?" Sammy asked. Wait I think that's his name.

"Oh, a year in a couple of days, I believe." I looked up at Sammy.

He nodded before leaning in, smiling showing a piece of pasta he had stuck in his teeth. I made a slight face before recovering and giving a tight smile.

"I'm sorry, my sister is calling. I'm just going to go outside and take this." Pointing to my phone I grabbed my bag and walked out.

London did it again. Set me up with another boring guy, who always asks the same questions.

Walking straight towards my car, I unlocked the doors and got in. I was going straight home, well maybe a quick trip to the liquor store wouldn't be so bad.

Exiting the parking lot, I started to drive towards my shabby apartment. Being that I only had five thousand to my name when I moved here, I was able to find a pretty shitty two bedroom apartment in downtown San Diego.

Being that California is fucking expensive, I had to find a job fast. So to go along with my shabby apartment, I got a terrible job to go with it.

Completely zoning out, I almost missed the turn for the neighborhood corner store.

Shaking my head slightly, I turned in and parked my car. My car and booze was probably the only good thing I had going to for.

Walking in, I nodded my head towards the counter at Tony. Who nodded back as he went back to his phone in front of him.

I knew exactly what I wanted and where it was. Grabbing the bottle of vodka, I slowly walked to the counter.

"Hey T, how's it going?"

"Not so bad Drea, looks like you're having fun again," He pointed at the bottle.

Laughing I put my card in the chip reader, "You know I'm here for a good time."

He lets out a chuckle before handing me the brown paper bag, "Have fun, kid!"