Trying Hard to Ignore You

"I'm not leaving my bed until Spencer pulls me out."

Yesterday I took the Jeep to the mechanic and got it completely fixed, which costed a ton and I had to put it on the credit card.

I'm waiting impatiently for tomorrow, Friday, because Spencer gets here and I get paid.

I make like nine thousand dollars a month, twice a month, working at the pharmacy. I'm going to keep working there part time with the bakery because of how good the money is.

His Mum keeps scolding me to take it easy, but I don't have the time for that.

Spencer is supposed to be here tomorrow I think, and I texted him once after the accident but we haven't been able to match our schedules since.

I'm so done with life.

I'm on my way home from work, miserable, exhausted, when the Jeep starts chugging.

What the fuck now?

I pull over and shut it off.

When I try to turn it back on, it won't start.

I get out, slamming the door.

I'm on the side of a major highway.

I've maxed all my credit cards. I have not one penny to get a tow truck.

I only have maybe ten dollars to get gas.

I would normally be home by now but there's a lot of traffic.

I already know what's wrong with the Jeep.

I forgot to get fucking gas again.

I walk.

I walk six miles to buy one of those red containers. I fill it with gas, and walk six miles back.

It takes me four hours to do that.

I fill the Jeep up. It's eleven at night.

When I get in the car, I have three missed calls, all three from Spencer's Mum.

I dial her back.

"Sweetie? What's happened?"

"My car ran out of gas on the side of the road and I had to walk to the gas station...and it took a long time."

She sighs.

"You are just having a hard time sweetie."

"I know." I say. "I just...I miss Spencer...a lot."

We've been separated for three and a half weeks. Since then, I saw him for that day in Australia, and then we were separated for another week.

So I haven't seen him really, in a month.

"I know, but at least he will be here tomorrow."

"Yeah." I say, smiling for the first time in forever. I rub my stitches, sighing. "I'll be home in about fifteen minutes. I'm sorry I didn't call, I forgot my phone in the car."

"It's alright. Drive safe, okay?"

"Okay."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye."

I start the drive home, and it feels like an eternity before I'm in my driveway.

I'm going to wake up tomorrow with enough money to pay off all of my bills and Spencer will come home and it will be fine.

I shut the Jeep off and get out, exhausted.

Everyone is waiting up for me.

His Mum just stands up and gives me a hug.