You Moved In

Reason To Look

I quickly bring Miguel back to the house and quietly bring him upstairs. He laughed the whole car ride and I thought I was gonna go insane. I walk him upstairs and sit falls onto the bed.

"Gentle," I say.

"Hehe," he laughs, "that's a funny word."

"Okay," I say and help him underneath the covers, "now, please go to sleep."

"Why?"

"Because you're drunk."

"Why?"

"Because you decided to drink!" I scold quietly.

"Oh," he shrugs and lay down, "nighty night."

"Thank you," I say gently.

He slowly drifts off to sleep and I gently roll him over so he's alive tomorrow morning. I pat his back gently and make sure he's asleep. I feel eyes watching me.

"He's drunk," I tell her.

"Thought so, he's mostly responsible." she whispers and turns on a lamp. She wears a bath robe and she crosses her arms.

"Yeah," I sigh, "I'll leave soon."

"Thank you for bringing him back safely." She says.

"Yup," I say quietly.

"Callie," she says, "here. For making sure he's okay and everything you've done around here."

She hands me a little plastic bag of toiletries and even a pass to the local laundry map. How kind of her.

"Thank you," I say.

"Once again, I'm sorry it has to be this way." She says softly.

"Me too," I say quietly, "I really thought things would work out."

"Maybe if things go back to normal and then they go well." She suggests.

"Maybe-" I nod.

I get up and walk out to the door and by her. She still stands in the doorway looking at her son and then she follows me downstairs. I stand next to the door and she stands beside it.

"You sure you have everything?" She asks.

"Yeah- no coming back for me." I chuckle softly to lighten the mood.

"As for Miguel-" she tries.

"Don't lie to him," I cut her off, "please. that's the one thing I ask, tell him that I can't stay here any longer."

"As you wish," she nods.

"And tell him not to look for me," the lump is back and the all of the emotions begin to flow down my face.

"I will," she says, "and I'll say it was your choice."

"Thank you," I try to say.

"Goodbye, Callie," she says.

I nod. I open the front door and head into the night. I open my car door and take a sit. What am I gonna do? Putting this off didn't help me one bit. Putting off anything doesn't help me. I leave the street and then tears begin to fall and my face is stained with them. I let out the pathetic sniffle people make when they cry.