Abandon

For me, goodbye was the door sliding shut and the flash of car lights in the middle of the night. I remember tearing my blanket from my small body and sprinting to that door, hoping that maybe it wasn't goodbye. Maybe my father was just going to the bar to get drunk and bring home sloppy women. Anything, anything better than the possibility of having no one. But that's all I had that night, just an eleven year old and an empty bedroom.