The Game of A Life Time

Chapter 40- Common

I am still angry with Carter.

Feeling isolated in everything up to this point, I ignore his stares from across the diner. His small touches go ignored as well.

"I don't know why you are being so defensive about this, Sarah." He eats the eggs off of his plate in front of him, "you are putting up a front."

Looking at Hector, he has his eyes closed with his head on the table. Last night, I went to it with him and Carter. Hector knows by now that I am no one to mess with.

He learned his lesson.

Carter hopped in my head, read everything about me, and still decided it was best to leave me out of the fucking plan. The cartel wants the entity for power, Hector wants it gone from killing everyone, and I want it to be buried one hundred feet deep in the ocean.

I could very well die with the way the entity has me wrapped around its nonexistent finger. It is pushed away from me and not engraved in me anymore, but I still feel a slight pull every once in a while.

"Sarah, we explained everything to you." Carter touches my upper thigh under the booth table, "you can't stay mad forever."

I move away from his touch and stand up. Looking around for the bathroom sign, I walk over there and enter the bathroom. You have to pay to use the bathroom and pay for toilet paper.

What the fuck is up with that?

I have noticed that in a few other places too, paying for a fucking necessity.

Good thing I don't have to actually go to the fucking bathroom. There is a small cracked mirror above the sink that pours out brown mucky water. Probably the same water that we shit in.

This is real life, what we are doing is real life. This isn't some horror movie or psycho TV show that we can just turn off when things get tough, this is my life since birth.

In moments like this, I want my mom and dad. I miss them like no other motherfucker in this world, their lives must be so depressing right now.

Just thinking about their son murdering some girl, their daughter running away with her boyfriend, and dealing with the crazy talk from all of the town. I feel for them, I do.

Two years and Six months ago...

This is the right choice, leaving behind everything we have lived by for years. I can't explain the relief I feel when we hit the road to start driving to Maine.

Good feelings that I have never felt before rush through me as we drive away from Minnesota. There are things here that I will miss, but nothing is ever permanent.

We stopped at a diner in Chicago to eat something before we are on the road again. Mom and I went to get a table while Dad and Soran went to the bathroom.

The waiter comes up to the table and we ask for four glasses of water. He looks to be around my age, he must be the hostess for the night. My mom gives me a look when he walks away from the table.

"Mom," I beg her not to say anything embarrassing.

She smiles, "he is cute."

"Ugh," red is plastered all over my face.

My mom chuckles, "you've never been in love. Maybe you can start dating when we get to the new house."

Her words sting, I know she meant well. I can feel the playfulness in her voice.

"This is a good chance for us, you can make friends who won't be scared away." I nod, "yeah, but what if something happens?"

My dad slides into the booth next to my mom and my brother slides in next to me. He takes the menu from in front of me and opens it.