The Curse of A Lifetime

Chapter 50

CARTER

She takes off her sweater in the car and throws it in the back seat. Her pink flowery perfume explodes in the air and rides its way past me. I can smell rose and tulip-scented hands as they reach behind the driver's side seat. They grab a bottle of water, and her dainty fingers open the cap and bring the bottle to her lips.

Sun glistens down on the left side of her face, and the golden effect capturing her beauty is astonishing. Light beads of sweat wrap around her cheekbones as well as her exposed collarbone. Some water misses her lips and trickles down her chin. She is quick to wipe it away with the back of her hand. Twisting the cap back on, she sets it in the cup holder and lays the seat back.

Light music plays in the background from the car radio giving us some peace from the outside noise. A construction crew is outside fixing up a block of concrete at the park we parked the car at.

We needed to stop for a break after driving all day yesterday and today. Food was also needed, so we stopped at a gas station for all of the necessities.

My girl insists on driving until I am mostly healed. I don't think I will be for a long while because of my ribs and head injuries.

The past two weeks have been absolute hell and I can not wait until this is all over. Well, if it will all be over.

Sarah wants to drive to Wisconsin to get to Minnesota. She told me highway ninety-four will bring us back to her old house. Her memories and dreams are starting to piece together.

At least that is what she told me this morning.

We woke up after a few hours of sleep. I woke before her, her cheek pressed to my chest.

Her hair smelled of stale cigarettes from the half-pack I smoked last night. She sat in my arms as we were sitting with our backs against a tree.

I told her I didn't want her to smell bad or her get sick, but she wanted to sit there and watch me smoke. It was comforting for me to have her there, but I didn't like it.

She was too good for me, after all, that I put her through she was there right by my side. It was a miracle that we were still together in this sense. She didn't leave me high and dry as I thought. Her patience and admiration are incredible. The amount of respect I have for her doesn't compare to shit.

Yes, I respected her way before this out-of-norm possession, but this level of care is unheard of where I come from. She knows everything about me, the way I like my smokes, drinks, attention, and the way I speak.

It seems vague, I know. I love her with all of my heart, I am more than in love with, Sarah. Her saying it back to me felt like apples dipped in sweet honey.

Last night, we just talked and kept quiet from each other's company. It was nice to have a break from constant jabbering and planning.

One thing still on my mind, is my father's corpse laying limp and bloody in the hotel's first-floor room. God, I wish it wasn't true and that it is just a terrible nightmare.

Don't get me wrong, I hate my father and I wish he died a long time ago. He was a complete ass to me and my mom, but my mother loved him. Even when he was having an affair with James's mom, she still loved him. I believe Sarah knows that happened, but I am not one hundred percent sure. When I was in the hospital with Sarah, I went to her room and tried talking to her. She was zoned out for part of it, I think my mom was there.

It would make sense if she was, I could feel another presence there, it was really fucking weird. I can only describe it as a fresh cold breeze mixed with some sort of light. Sarah is better with this sort of thing.