How To Be Human

How To Throw Away Gum Wrappers

Chapter 10 : How To Throw Away Gum Wrappers

        I’ll be back later. Don’t go anywhere, sugar pie, because I’ll haunt your ass for the rest of your pathetic, lonely life.

        - W

        I growled and tore the note up, tossing it into the garbage can. He completely just left me stranded here. It didn’t help that I had a bruise on my cheek the size of a baseball, nor that I pretty much had no clothing whatsoever. I don’t even know how long ago he left. What the hell am I suppose to do?

        Don’t go anywhere. Yeah, right. I’m no where near the where I live, and it’s too long of a walk to pretty much get anywhere from here. What if my boss finds me out here? Or what if Warren’s buddies finds him? Then what? I’m screwed, that’s what.

        I threw on my pair of jeans that were beyond dirty. I attempted to brush through my hair with a little comb the hotel gave us. I threw my hair up into a bun, shoved my glasses on, and grabbed my wallet. I was going to get breakfast. I’m not sitting around here and waiting for his ass.

        I actually found somewhere to eat breakfast. There was this little room open for free breakfast. It was set out as buffet style, so I helped myself to some bacon and a muffin, along with a newspaper to read. I claimed the table near the wide window for myself, just so I could see if Warren was coming back anytime soon.

        I flicked open the newspaper and chewed my muffin. There weren’t many people in the room with me. Just a bald man on his laptop and a family of four in the corner. I decided to brush up on the news, because the news going on in my life was rather unpleasant.

        Ten minutes later, I was finishing off my bacon when someone took the seat on the opposite side of the small clothed table. I peered over my newspaper, then peered back down at it. “Oh. Looks like someone decided to join me this morning."

        Warren was back in his jeans and dress shirt from yesterday. His hair was all disheveled, but he somehow found a razor and shaved his face. He still had a slight stubble, though. There was also two large backpacks on the side of the chair he was sitting on.

        He smiled at me, but it didn’t quite reach his ears. “Sorry, love. I had to…get a way for a while.”

     “Get a way for a while,” I repeated calmly, flipping the page in my newspaper. “Don’t we all just wish we could…get a way for a while?” That’s when I threw the newspaper down, glaring at him. “You’re an asshole. You left me here with this big ass bruise on my face that you caused! Get a way for a while,” I muttered. “Get a way for a while my ass.”

        His jaw clutched. “I went back to your house and got you clothes.”

        “You - what?”

        “You heard me.”

        I stared at him, then to the two backpacks that were on the chair. “Oh.”