My Step Brothers

Chapter 54. Taxi

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It's a five almost six hour trip. I grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom. I changed into jeans and another hoodie. I brushed my hair and my teeth for the first time since the hospital. I splashed some water on my face.

I still looked disheveled. I think I look a little less scary now. No longer a bum. I sprayed some perfume on, I need a shower bad. I can smell old beer coming off my skin. I put on some deodorant. Its as good as I'm going to get in an airplane bathroom.

I go and sit back down. I put the blanket back on me. I have maybe two hours more to go. The stewardess comes over to check on me. She gives me a smile.

"Would you like anything to drink or eat? We have sandwiches? "

"Water would be great."

"Alright I will be back. "

She walks away. I look around to the rest of the passengers in first class. Their all business men. She comes back with a bottle water and granola bars.

"You will be okay. It might feel like your world is upside down but you will find your way." She says and pats my hand. I nod to her. I'm not ready for conversations like this. She looks at me one last time and walks away.

I open my water and take a sip. I throw the granola bars in my bag. Maybe I will eat them later. I lay back in the chair and pull my hood over my head and put my shades back on, effectively cutting off the rest of the world. I lay there clutching my sleeves in my hands.

My father won't answer my phone calls. .. Will he answer the door? How did my life come crashing down around me? I know I have it better than a lot of people, but all that means is that I know what I'm losing. I think when you have more; you have more to lose. I lost big yesterday. I lost a great mother. She was a little crazy but she loved me. I never once felt not loved by her. I know I got a little jealous of when she gave attention to other people. But its because for years I got all of it.

I don't have a lot of time to work things out with my father. I have until Friday. That's when my flight leaves. I have to be back for the the funeral and wake. I leave at one in the morning Friday. So I will be home hopefully by seven am. I hope I planned this out giving myself enough time.

The plane lands and we all get off. I walk to the desk and wait in line. When my turn finally arrives, I go up and ask if she's able to get me a taxi. She then tells me what doors to go to. I walk away going to the doors. I find a bench and sit down.

I get in the taxi and tell him where to go. I sit back. My heart is racing. I'm scared, I shouldn't have to be scared. My father should be coming to hold and comfort me. Instead I'm going to him to apologize. To beg for him to love me. I don't know if this is the best idea but I'm doing it.

The taxi arrives to my father's house. It's all lit up. Cars in the driveway. I take a deep breathe and push my confidence up. I can do this. My father will get over it and still love me.

"Do you want me to wait? "

"No I got this. It will be alright. " I tell him. I square up my shoulders and walk up to the front door. Letting out one small breathe at a time.