The Man with Little Words

Part 1

There are moments in your life where you look back and ponder the decisions you have made. You think about how they affect your day to day decisions now. How unproductive each day seems is all perception. I myself have looked into my past and realized many of my decisions have been poor and careless. In my experience, the moments that last a lifetime are usually the spontaneous careless ones.

I sat in the passenger seat of his jet black 1969 pontiac GTO. He began to dress himself as I glanced at him through the rear view mirror. Did I have too much to drink? I kept asking myself over and over again, What was his name? I noticed his nicely formed triceps as he swung his coat over his broad shoulders. The car was steamy and our hot breath filled the air. Condensation had accumulated on the windows from the intense heat and I noticed the outline of my handprint in the drops. He opened the door, moving into the drivers seat. As he entered he was calm and collected, gently setting his hand on my thigh as he revved up the engine. I was curious about him. Usually, I never wanted to know much more about the men I spent one night with. I assumed he was just some guy who hit on me that night at the bar. Though, he was much more than that. He was complex and mysterious. It turned me on.

The car ride was unusually quiet. I could feel the awkward tension between us. Both of us wanted to speak, but had nothing to say. Complete silence consumed us. His hand was still on my thigh as we approached my apartment building. His veins were bulging out of his hands. I wondered if I was the poison running through them. The car slowed to a stop and he shut off the engine. Indie music still playing in the background. We glanced at each other, making eye contact for only a couple seconds which felt like hours. His big blue eyes glared at me and for some reason, it gave me comfort. As I was about to shut the door, I gained enough courage to ask him one simple question. "Hey, I'm sorry but, I don't think I got your name?", I asked in a soft shy whisper. he replied, "Scott baby girl, now go inside. it's chilly out here."

I entered my apartment, threw my coat on the couch, and opened up the fridge. Chinese takeout was the only thing that caught my attention. I heated it up in the microwave and took it to my bedroom. My cat followed me into my room and nuzzled up against my neck as I crawled under the covers. My cat, Pumpkin, was different. She was more of a friend rather than pet. She was always there for me at the end of the day when I realized how lonely I actually was. As I continued to watch reruns of Friends, I realized it was 2 A.M. I spread out over my bed and curled up in hopes to get at least  a decent night of sleep. The silence was eery. It felt as if I was being watched. I was still contemplating my time with Scott. Who was he? I dozed off as the darkness dragged over my body and my eyelids drooped down slowly.