Should I Stay or Should I Go?

Uptown Girl

Chapter 2: Uptown Girl

Felix rushed out of the elevator bee-lining for the lobby door. The idea of spending any more time in this building made his stomach queasy and sick. He could feel a few glares locked onto his back as he glided by them without a care, but right now it didn't matter.

He was going to talk to his brother.

Feli wanted to do nothing but sprint out the skyscraper, screaming at the monotone-colored swarm of business suits that they could kiss his ass, but knew that semblance of normalcy was necessary, so he bit down the intrusive thoughts, and remembered to wave at the secretary and give a nod to the guard at the doorway before exiting Roman Industries headquarters.

Felix felt that he could finally breathe as soon as he stepped out into the evening air. The sky outside was now going from its lovely blue-day hues to a more sunflower orange for sunset time. Checking his watch, He found it to be about 5:30 pm.
More than enough time to disappear for a few hours, he gleefully thought.
He then glanced up, and an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed through him. The city with all its colors, sounds, and distractions admittedly put the man into a standstill. He wasn't quite sure where he should head to. The city with all of its connections to Roman Industries made the possibilities within the city slim to none. Too many people either knew him, or knew of him. Walking himself into a sketchy place, like a bar or somewhere else would very much so end with someone reporting him to a newspaper or magazine for gossip's sake. To many of the upper class's offspring were watched like hawks to do anything stupid and the whole city knew it... no, he couldn't find a place within the city walls.
Felix also knew that there was no way he could simply go to his family's house, as it would be to easy for his Grandfather to figure out who he was talking to. Furthermore, way too many of the buildings in the nearby area to the house just felt way too close for comfort when it came to getting spotted...
So he decided to take a right, and go get his car from the parking garage. He could find an excuse. Say that he wanted to try a new place for dinner, or just needed to drive and unwind.. an excuse would come and he knew that as long as he was simple and kept himself smiling, his grandfather should have no reason to wonder. He just needed to find a place with a phone that wasn't under Roman Industries' watchful eye.

Felix realized long ago that he hated the city. He had been to many different places across the east coast, and seen many different ones. Cities like Manhattan where the skyscrapers felt like they were closing in on you. A steel jungle with flashing lights, hustling cars, and borderline pornographic imagery on billboards. However, he knew that he was being closed-minded. Not all cities were like the sprawling Manhattan. Others were a bit more open. With suburban life coming quite close and leaving the city a little to spread. He liked those cities a lot more. With their trees, and plants, and blue sky..
Nature was so beautiful. And god, he would practically kill to just get away from all this monotone grey and pulsating light. He just wanted some of those lovely greens and blues...
The thought of getting out of this city made Felix only move more quickly through the concrete garage. He had already pulled out his keys and zoomed across the sidewalks to get to his car. His eyes scanned for the navy blue paint job, and to his luck, the automobile was peaking its nose just far enough out for the man to locate the vehicle with little issue. Within no time, Felix shoved his car keys into the door, unlocked the mechanism, and practically threw himself into the driver's seat. The dash into the car made his head spin as the blood rushed and caused spots to appear in his vision. However, this did little to stop him. His keys went into the ignition and with a decisive crank, the car's engine rumbled to life.
It was then that music flowed into Felix's ears.
The Eagles were playing, he knew it as soon as the acoustics let their sounds reverberate throughout the interior. The strumming of a guitar, combined with the lovely southern harmonies brought the manic stress to settle. His eyes closed on their own as the music relaxed his tense muscles. The lyrics flowed in and out like waves. However, a particular section of a verse seemed to buzz into his ear, and he allowed itself to repeat in his brain.