Blinded by the Light

prologue

I held up a black and red checkered flannel. It was a medium, perfectly oversized. $8.50.

I walked to the check out counter. There weren't a lot of people in the store-- it was late --so I didn't have to stand in line. The guy bagged the clothing and I paid him the money I owed. I felt a buzz come from my back pocket and I slipped my phone out.

'nat (4 missed calls)'

I sighed and slipped my phone back into my pocket. There is no way in hell I'd be able to talk to him right now without my head exploding. He's a dick and I already told him that we're done.. again. I'm not standing for his stupid "I'm so sorry, you were right, please forgive me, I love you" shit. I heard the same thing two weeks ago. It just really pisses me off when he does the same thing every week, I hear the same stupid apology, and I forgive him just to see if he'll cut his shit, but in reality he couldn't even stop if he tried.

I walked out of the store and under the starry night sky. The cool breeze hit me and I shivered as I pulled my leather jacket tighter around me. I walked through the parking lot to the familiar black convertible mustang. I hopped in as I put in the key and turned on the heater immediately. January weather in Laguna Beach is surprising cold, considering how warm it is during the summer.

I turned on my favorite CD and heard the familiar tune of "This is Gospel" by Panic! at the Disco bouncing from the stereo. I turned up the volume and tried to drown out the sound of my ringtone.