Run Away - Bunnies are Flight Animals

Shaun

It wasn't the first time that someone threw me out. To be precise I already had a long and in some eyes probably questionable career on this matter. If someone would ever have the idea to transform this into some kind of a bizarre game of bingo, I'd already won it a thousand times.
   Been thrown out of the club? Check. Been thrown out of the girl's bathroom? Check. Been thrown out of my parent's home? Check. Got three in a row. Bingo.
Though, where I've never been thrown out before, was my very own apartment, been locked out, yes, but never actually thrown out. This in fact was a new phenomenon occurring this night that I can now cross off my list of things that I wish would never happen but still did.
Bunny and I never had the most stable relationship to be honest, but at least I was sure that in the end she would be the homeless one if we'd ever got in this kind of situation.
   I wish I was drunk, my god, I wish so much that I was drunk, in this case I could just stumble along the streets waiting for the total hangover to kill me off in a steady changing set of deep diving into life and vomiting. In between I would probably fantasize how I'd throw a stone at the window of our flat. Yes, I would get drunk to the point of total unconsciousness, being half dead with no doubt left that I can't take responsibility for any of my actions.
   I didn't hurt her, I swear. Maybe I'm really a little drunk, not much, just a little, but I didn't hurt her. Why did she even call the police? She always said that she would do it, but I never believed in what she said. Why should I.
   My brother's a police officer. The people call them, because of every little shit, he always says. Everybody likes being confirmed in their rights, especially women. The moment she said that she had called the police, I didn't take it serious to start off. I thought it was just an empty thread as always and that she'd speak in the past to make it look actually threatening again. If she'd be as creative in bed, we probably would have ninety percent of our problems less just to begin with.
   After that, she remained silent and didn't say any further word, but instead she walked straight into the bathroom with a betraying silence surrounding her and locked the door. For me this was the perfect occasion to drastically reduce our beer stock.
Fifteen minutes later, someone rang the door bell. I had ordered a pizza or two, I can't remember, what I remember is that I took Bunny's purse out of her bag and walked with it towards the door. When I opened it I was pretty surprised that it wasn't the pizza deliverer who was facing me, but there were really two police men standing right in front of me. One of them was skinny, nearly slender with fair blonde hair and freckles spread all over his cheesy skin, the other one was black.
   Just to clarify that, I'm not against the police, I'm also not into this rebellious fuck you government shit and I in fact finished my school education. According to that I always hoped that the genetic lottery would have gifted me with at least a standard level of intelligence.
   Well, apparently that didn't help me much, because my reaction definitely could lead to other conclusions.
  I stared at the officers as if I was seeing two ghosts, then I turned around and was immediately looking at the closed bathroom door, narrowed my eyes, tried to burn a hole into it just with my gaze. Then, I screamed. "Bunny, what the fuck is going on here!"
   "Good evening", one of the police officers replied politely, the other one just nodded at me. You could see just by looking at them that they obviously felt good, because they were wearing uniforms or because they were on drugs or simply just because they didn't need to stay at home and being bothered by their fucking girlfriend. I, on the other hand, felt obviously miserable, for the reason that the whole situation made me feel like a complete idiot.
   In this moment, the lock at the bathroom door made a clicking sound. My brain didn't really recognize that, it felt more like something unimportant happening in the background, far away from me. My apparently less smart and poorly capable intellect was too busy with analyzing the situation and realizing what was actually happening.
   All of a sudden, Bunny was standing right next to me and my god, she looked like shit. Her eyes were all red and puffy, tears running down her cheeks, slowly washing off her makeup and dragging slim lines on her skin. Her hair was dark and short and somehow looking savage the way it stood up in all directions literally saying fuck you gravity, she was short, but not weak looking, usually, now she was shaking, her legs covered in a thin shorts and she'd wrapped her arms around her torso as if she had problems with holding herself together. To say she looked horrible was an understatement.
   I wanted to touch her arm, but held myself back, I was too afraid that the police men would accuse me for sexual assault or that type of shit if I did touch her. She ignored me, didn't waste a single a look on me. A silent sob left her mouth and her brown eyes started watering again. "He slapped me", she whispered quietly, not silent enough though, because I could clearly see that the police men had heard her.