Heartless

A Bit Foggy

When I finally came to, the bitter smell of a cigarette bombarded my nostrils. Woke me right up. That and the fact I was in a moving car. I looked around and realized I was in the back seat of this car laying down. The damn car was so full of smoke that I couldn't even see who was driving. "Who are you?"

"Oh shi- You're awake. Haha, you scared me." A musky voice replied. "I'm Harry." He said as he rolled down his window. "You want a fag?" He sounded very British. "What the fuck is a fag, Harry?" I asked extremely confused as I watched the smoke pour out the window. He chuckled and replied, "A cigarette, love."

"Oh, yes. Yes I would. You're very British by the way, why are you in San Diego?"

"I'm living with my aunt and uncle." He said, handing me a cigarette. British people have weird slang. "Anyway, what's your name?" He asked. "Kaelyn, but you can call me Mae or Kae or whatever floats ya boat." I answered, gesturing for a lighter.

He handed me a black lighter with an abundance of scratches on them. "So where are we going?" I asked lighting the cigarette. "Up to you." He replied, slightly turning his head with a smirk on his face. "Uh, home." I said.

"Which would be.."

"Take a left on Rosewood Drive, then turn right on to Chestnut Lane. Drop me off at house 17." I answered.

"Right, you got it. So, who was that guy? That, you know, beat you to a pulp?" He carefully asked. "Oh, my recent ex. He is a d-bag." I said.

"Yeah, no kidding. You okay?" He asked, concerned. No one ever does that except for my parents. That kind of made me feel fuzzy inside. "Yeah, don't worry, I'm a little used to it." I said, ashing my cigarette out the window.
"Well, that's not okay. At all." He sounded mad.

"Here we are." He said. "I really do hope that I see you soon.." His forest green eyes had a sparkle. "Uh, yeah. Me too." I replied, stepping out of the car, trying to look at his eyes, because wow. For some reason I felt kind of intrigued. I didn't want to stop looking at them.

I watched as his black Jeep Liberty zoom away at 11:39 at night. Very loud. I turned around and took a drag of my 'fag' and sat down on my porch.

As I finished that stick of cancer, I walked into my house, seeing my father kicked back on the couch, drinking his nightly beer and watching his nightly shows, just as usual. "Hey darlin'. Mom's workin' late. She'll be home at twelve thir- What the hell happened to you?!?" His voice boomed.

"I fell down Imani's stairs. Her sister's shoe was chillin' at the top." I casually lied. "Jesus Chrismas, Kae! Ya look like you met fucking Freddy Kruger!"

"Thanks, dad." I sighed.
"Get yo butt up stairs and relax. When your mom gets home I'll see if she could patch ya up, in the mean time I'll cook some soup for ya." He insisted. "Dad, I'm fi-"

"Go! Now! You could have a fractured something!" He just assumed. But I really was fine, although I'm pretty sure I have a concussion. "Dad-"

"GO!" He aggressively pointed to the stairs. I rolled my eyes and sulked up the stairs.