Challenger

Waste a Moment

           

**E**

I slide the last box into the back and pull down the door, sealing it inside. I walk past Dallon, heading towards Jeanie. She grabs my hand and before I can stop her she hugs me.

"I'll let you know when your parents are back in town next time" she says and lets me go. I smile at her and nod, heading towards the car. But we weren't leaving yet, I have one more thing to do.

I start out of my own driveway, and instead of heading back down towards the road, I go left, towards my parents' house. This was the last thing I was going to do, and no doubt once it was gone, my parents would know I no longer lived here.

I pulled up in front of the large expanse of wasted land they called a home and got out of the car, Dallon watched me sceptically from the passenger window, I wave my hand for him to follow and head towards the front door.

Placing the key in the lock I hear it turn, and I slowly push the door open. Inside, the vast nature of the 'house' becomes apparent, no family photos line the walls, there are no personal items left to signify that somebody once lived here.

"Woah..." Is all I hear from Dallon, no doubt taking in the large expanse of room before him.

I went straight for the far corner of the house, where our gym was located. My dad had it put in because he was a bit of a fitness junkie, although he was never here to use it. I pull open the large glass door and enter the gym. Un the back corner of the room is where it is hanging, it hadn't moved in a long while, not since the last time I used it.

It is a boxing bag, it was set up to hang from the roof, the large hook that's protruding from the roof was proof of that. I walk towards it, this is what I needed.

"Can you help me get this down?" I ask looking at Dallon, he nods and walks forward. He grabs the bag by the base and lifts it up, the fabric coming loose from the hook. I nod, and he moves away from the hook, placing it down to rest against the wall.

"Thanks, now we have to get it to the car" I mutter, I slide it down the wall, so we can take one end each. I start the backwards journey out to the car as he picks up the other end. His muscles protruding from his grey t-shirt.

"Where are we going to put it?" he motions to the car as we get closer.

"In the back seat" I say placing my end on the ground, so I can open the car door. It was going to be a tight fit, but no doubt I would make it fit.

"No, I mean in your apartment, where are you going to put it?" he asks, shaking his head. He thought that my apartment was small, but the thing is apartments can be pretty big when you have little to no personal effects. Even at this rate most of the things I had packed were CD's, Books and DVD's, which would fit inside my little shelf which separated my lounge from the rest of the apartment.

"It's hard to explain so I'll just show you, if we can get it up the stairs" I pick up the end of the boxing bag and place it on the seat so Dallon can push it into the car.

"But you have room for it right?" He asks, closing the door with his hip. He walks around to his door and slides in the car, while I do the same.

"Obviously or I wouldn't be taking it back with me" I start the engine, and the radio comes on in preparation for what I hoped to be another long voiceless trip back to the apartment.

We only get five minutes into the drive before Dallon reaches over and turns off the radio, his eyes scanning me face, as if he could find the answer to his questions just by looking at me.