Archer Diaries

Somewhere

This may very well be the last time I might see her in awhile.I am hurt she chose a chronic abuser over me but I think I can understand her a little bit. She sees me as the little boy who just lost his mother and needs help but I want to be more that. I want to be the only person she runs to when she feels like she can't do it anymore. I need her to need me as much as I do her. I want to be that knight in shining amour but that can't happen now, not when she sees me as a child. I'm leaving everything behind, my childhood, my home and most importantly her. It may seem like I'm running away but no, I'm going to find myself away from this godforsaken town. I don't know where this road would lead me or what I will find along the way but I'm most certain of where I will end eventually. I'm going to prove to her she's not alone and that I will protect her as a man, the man who will give up everything for her even my life if it comes down to it. This is not goodbye, Robyn but a see you later.

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Taking a clear shot, Mason put his Polaroid back in his bag and looked longingly at Robyn in the café on the other side. Her bruises were not visible from where he stood but the tired look was still there. He took a deep breath and got into the driver's seat of the old truck Tucker gave him as a parting gift. He looked over at her and saw she was staring right back at him. He mouthed something before starting the truck and driving off to whatever new life was before him away from Cumberland.

Robyn watched as Mason's truck drove away and sighed heavily. She had sensed earlier someone was staring at her and when her eyes fell on the familiar grey ones on the side of the road, her heart sunk. Guilt crept strongly into her heart. She had ruined the poor boy's life allowing whatever there was between them take root. She had caught the signs when he developed a crush on her but did nothing to stop it. Even though she hated to admit,she had relished in the thought that someone found her attractive, that someone could care about her unconditionally, that she wasn't ugly as Rick made her feel and that she could still be perfect in a man's eyes. That feeling of being wanted made her selfish and now Mason had to pay for it. She took a sip of her iced tea and turned back to the patient's file she had been looking into earlier however the concentration from before was gone and all that was left was frustration. She picked her phone and realised she had missed calls from Rick. Before she would have panicked seeing this but right then she just couldn't bring herself to care. Was he going to get mad about it? Yeah, he would but no amount of bashing was going to make a difference. She was already miserable. She called Riley, her assistant to cancel whatever appointments she had left for day. She packed her stuff, paid for her drink and walked into the streets to her parked car. Her phone begun ringing again but she ignored it. Of all days, this day had to be her worst though she had hardly done anything and the best way she knew to make it better was a reunion with her occasional friend, a bottle of Johnny Walker.

It was nightfall by the time Mason's truck crossed the border sign which read, Bienvenue à Saint Laurent and it's English translation under as Welcome to Saint Laurent. He had decided to sort refuge in the french city in Montreal for a simple reason. It was close to his old home but still far enough to accomodate his new change. His head bobbed to a jazz song playing on the radio as he entered the main city. It was beautiful, lights luminated every corner and it was bustling with people even at that time of the night. He figured it was mostly young people dancing their lives away into the night. The growl in his stomach caused him to search for a fast food palour or a diner. Fifteen minutes later, he had parked and made his way into a place with a dimly lit signpost downtown. Once inside, he chose to sit in the booth on the other side of the room. As if on cue, a young woman with a tired smile plastered on her face approached him.

"What can I get you?" she asked with a bit of a french accent.

"A cup of sweetened coffee, for starters, would be nice. I would tell what I'd like when you return." he answered while she scribbled in her notebook. She confirmed his order and left him. He scanned the menu for awhile uncertain of what to order. The dishes all seemed french-ish. Shuffling sounds caused him to look up to see the waitress place his coffee before him. "Thank you"

"Have you made your choice?" she asked a tad bit impatiently however the confusion growing on his face made her mellow. "You're not from around here, are you?"

Shaking his head, he replied with a chuckle, "No, I'm not."

"Okay, then I think you should try our smoked meat sandwich with fries and pickle. I bet you'll be addicted in no time."

"Really..."

"Of course, it's the best."

"Okay, then smoked meat sandwich it is."

"Great, I'll be with you shortly." she walked off to place his order as he drank his coffee. He looked out the window and realised the sky looked a bit gloomy. He turned away in hopes that it didn't start rain before he left. A few moments later, his dinner was set before him and he dug in gratefully after thanking her. When he was done, he called for the waitress and asked for a glass of water.

"Where's the nearest motel here please?" he asked after everything. He could feel fatigue creeping up and needed to rest.

"Oh! You don't have a place to stay yet?" the waitress who he had come to know as Jeanette replied.

"I got into town a few hours ago."

She nodded in understanding, "There's a motel not far from here. You should make a right when you get to the end of the street."

"Okay, thank you."

"It's nothing. Anyway welcome to Saint Laurent." He thanked her again, stood up and made his way into the cloudful night. A loud burst of thunder startled him as he started his car. He got into the road following the directions Jeanette gave him. Soon enough, he was parked in front of a decent looking motel. Grabbing his bag, he sauntered inside.

The room he got was relatively decent as well. It had a bed with clean yellow sheets in the middle and a tv on a credenza opposite it. He dropped his bag on the bed and stalked off to the bathroom, flicking on the light. It looked okay as well. He walked back into the room, plopped on the bed and took off his shoes. He scavenged his bag and pulled out the polariod. For the first time, he looked at the picture he took of her. It was perfect, she was perfect. He placed it back in his bag and slid it under the bed. Just then, rain drops begun to splatter on the window, getting louder by the minute. He got up to look out the window but couldn't make out anything except the rain. Returning to his previous position, he turned on the tv but there was no signal so he turned it back off. With nothing left to do, he slid further into bed. Just as he was about to shut his eyes, there was a knock at his door.

Feeling alert and confused, he called out "Who is it?"

"Open up, sir. It's the police!"

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