Music to My Ears

Chapter 25 Oh Shit

"Excellent." Kenny mused on the other line. "One thing though, I need you to not hang up on me. I'm not so sure I trust your stupidity."

I nodded, but was hardly aware of it. I felt my legs swing over the bed and my feet touch the cold, wood floors. My body dragged myself to the corner as I pulled out a pair of jeans in my bag and slid off my sweats. I quickly pulled them up to my waist, pulling out my pumpkin orange plaid shirt that got tucked in my accident. As I pulled on a pair of boots, I thought how minutes ago my mind was whirling around in my brain all too fast. Now it had gone completely still, my body now on auto pilot. I tucked my phone in my breast pocket and slowly creaked the door open into the dark hallway. I was never scare of this hallway up until now. The howling of the window outside and the pounding of my heart mixed together sent my nerves over the edge as I tip toed my way into the black hall.

"Tell me when you're outside and Erwin can't hear you." Demanded Kenny's voice from my pocket. I whispered an "Okay," back and plunged myself into the darkness with full steps. I made it down the stairs with caution, and grabbed my brown trench coat off of the coat hanger next to the door. I pulled it on and stood in the foyer for a moment. Getting to this bar may be a problem, not only because I don't know where it is; but because I didn't have a car. I slowly turned my head as I looked over at the car keys resting on a table beside me with distress, letting out a small whimper. I knew Erwin had another car, but he hardly uses it, not to mention I wasn't sure where the keys to that was.

"Sorry, Erwin." I whispered under my breath and snatched the keys off the table before heading outside. Before my hand touched the door, I froze. I pressed a finger to the microphone on my phone and ran into the kitchen. I went for the knife block, grabbing whatever my fingers found first. I trusted I found a good knife, and released my finger so my dead silence wasn't so suspicious. I scurried out to the car in the long driveway and dove into the driver's seat, silencing out the sound of heavy rain as I closed the door and set the knife on the passenger seat next to me.

"You outta the house?" Asked Kenny. I took the phone out and hovered it over my ear.

"Yeah, I am." I confirmed.

"Good. Now get on route 690. Drive straight ahead until you come up to exit 13. From there you'll be diving though the woods until you see a bar on your left." He instructed with a tone as cold as his heart. "And remember, no hanging up on me."

"Okay." I croaked. I turned the car on, my arm twitching at the sudden roar of the engine roaring to life. I pulled out and drove down the quiet street, water splashing by the car as I passed by. It had been forever since I've driven, and my hands shaking didn't make it any better. My stomach dropped as I got on to route 690, knowing I was only a few miles closer to my death. But it was either mine or everyone I cared for. Everyone I loved.

What a wonderful time to realize I'm in love with Levi.

I only know this because before I used to make fun of stories or movies where the main character loses their shit when their boyfriend or girlfriend slips by their fingers. And by anything: They left them or they died. And they would do anything to bring them back. Including sacrificing themselves.

I almost laughed out loud at this recollection. Logically, I need to put myself before my used-to-be-boyfriend. To ignore Kenny's threats and call the police; hoping Levi's ghost doesn't haunt me forever because I didn't save him. But my heart was the one driving this car that was bringing me closer to Levi. To see his face again, to feel his hand intertwine with mine, to hear his deep voice call me "Shitty-curls." But then ever so slightly smile and pet my hair. I can't lose that. I can't give up that sense of content I haven't felt since dad died. At this point I'd rather die than to feel the loss of that peaceful state of mind.