Table for Five

Where is your boy tonight?

I awoke in a dark room, on a hard floor. I stood up and saw in the little light that there was.. bars..
I'm in jail!
This can't be happening. I fumble in the dark, suddenly I feel a body.
"Ah! Who is it?" I heard a familiar voice say.
"Brit! It's me, Brooklyn." She sighed. That's when it hit me, I was here because of her!
I broke, I couldn't take it anymore.
"You!" I picked her up and threw her against the wall.
"You are why I'm here! You've made me like this! You manipulative bitch! You've brought me here! It was you!" I screamed in her face. I slapped her, harder than I had ever before.
I dropped her, she fell to the floor.
"Brooklyn Rinker?" I heard an officer say.
"That's me." I called into the darkness.
Suddenly a light blared into my cell.
"You've been bailed out. Come with me." That was music to my ears.
I spat at Brittney and stepped over her. I was let out and lead to an office where my parents where sitting.
Oh shit. Now I've gotta explain!
That's all I could do, so I did. I told them of how I wasn't thinking clearly, and how I was manipulated.
"That is no excuse!" They screamed. They didn't understand what I had gone through.
"You are just a stupid kid!"
And all of a sudden I remember why I liked it so much in Chicago.
The rest of the ride of silent. As the early morning sun shone through the window, a slow tear trickled down my face. 
When we arrived home and I sulked into the house. I ran up to my room and flipped onto my bed.
That's when the idea hit me, Go Back!
No- that's crazy, or is it?
I rushed to my computer and unlocked it.
In a moment filled with the sweet aroma of love.
Love- a blindfold, that you never want to take off.  I had bought the ticket, a plane ticket to Chicago. The plane is leaving late tonight.
I'll sneak out just like I always do, just I won't come back.
Dear Mom and Dad-
Don't worry about me. I'm fine. I am probably in Chicago by now. I won't be back. I never will.
I hung up my note on the refrigerator as I left the house late at night.
I took another deep sigh and closed my eyes momentarily. Just find Pete, you'll be fine.
Once I boarded the plane, the anxiety sank in. What if I can't find him? What if he doesn't want to see me? I've only brought trouble to him. I can't go back home.
As the plane soared though the sky, the thoughts got deeper, I can't go back. He won't want to see me! None of them do. I left them, and I didn't even care to try. I left them for some girl who never even cared about me! This is all my fault...
I sunk into the seat. I closed my eyes and drifted into a troubled sleep. I woke up in the dark, I checked my phone for the time. The screen burnt my eyes with its brightness, 2:38, ah, wonderful, no way I'm getting anymore sleep today.
I sat up, and felt a sudden wave of loneliness. I left my family again, this time, there was no going back.

The rest of the ride was hell, as it always is. The waves of loneliness and depression, with dashes of anxiety. It's been this way since I was very little. A single tear ran down my cheek, my hands shaking. We landed with a thud, as I walked off the feelings only increased. I sat down at a restaurant and ordered a sandwich. I scanned my mind, trying to remember Pete's address. It sprung to me, 76 Chestnut St, West Chicago.
I finished what little of the sandwich I ate and boarded a train heading straight to the city. I stayed on it until it reached West Chicago. My hands still shaking, I walked out of the station. I felt myself grow paler as I walked through a part of town I had never been to. As I arrived at the home memories flooded back. I looked for Pete's car, it wasn't there, only his parent's car was the only one sitting in the concrete driveway. I finally gathered up enough confidence to knock. "Brooklyn?" His mother spoke as she opened the door, "That's me, Hi Mrs. Wentz." Her face lit up and opened the door wide. "Come in sweetheart!" I greeted her husband and we talked for a while. "I assume you came looking for Pete." Mr. Wentz spoke. I nodded, "He went out, I think he said he's going to Best Buy. Try there." I said my goodbyes and walked to the Best Buy. I still had all my luggage. Another wave of anxiety and fear swept over me as I walked. The sun was rising and it kissed my skin. I stumbled over my feet as I walked. I was shaking by the time I entered the parking lot. I sulked over and sat down. My mind was racing. I open my case and pulled out some pills. I took one, not enough. Soon I was lining them up and taking each one. I had only taken about three when a car caught my attention. I looked over and saw Pete, music blasting. I jumped up and rushed over to him. I hadn't even noticed I was crying until I started running. The cold air hit my face. I approached the car. Without even thinking I tapped on the window. As he moved to look I saw that he was taking pills, just like me. I saw my reflection in the glass, I looked like a mess. As he looked up at me a droplet of rain fell on top of my head, and trailed down my neck. Soon it was pouring. He stared at me and I stared back at him. I felt my heart almost burst as I saw his face again. I finally unlocked the car and I walked around the the neighboring seat. He looked at me dumbfounded. We didn't say anything, we wouldn't. We just stared as the rain fell onto the metal car. The music still blasting I pushed the trail of pills he was planning to take away and climbed into his seat. I leaned the seat back and stayed close to his face. He tried to speak but I silenced him. I slowly leaned in and kissed the lips I had been missing. He kissed back as his arms snaked around my back.
I disconnected our lips, "God, I've missed you."