Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Story a Day #5

Justin had a request for a Ouija board story so I'll work on that, but in the meantime here's a sort of continuation of yesterday's story.

Rob hated winter. He hated it with every ounce of his being. He stamped his feet and rubbed his gloved hands together and stared up at the dim gray sky. He looked at his watch. It was two in the afternoon already, where the Hell was she?
Oh Angie, he thought, you're always late for everything, even things you set up yourself. Despite being frozen solid already, having trekked almost three miles through the woods to get here, he really wasn't mad at her. He never could be, even when she did the dumbest shit. Like that time they were at the movies and she dumped her soda on his lap. Or the time they had snuck into a bar and she almost got him killed after she said something to a group of guys in dirty trucker hats. Nah, it just made him love her more. Sweet Angie, he had missed her a lot latley. Rob rubbed his hands together again and paced around the lot...
The place Angie had agreed to meet him at was right off the highway. It was a popular meeting/makeout place commonly known as The Cheese Factory, since it was the parking lot of an old abandoned building who's original purpose it was said, was to make cheese. No one was really sure if that was true, but that's what everyone called it. It was a good place to meet up since it was just a bit off the highway, but still far enough down a dirt road and to give some privacy. It also helped that it was surrounded by woods on all sides.
Rob had walked here simply because he had no vehicle. His parents were too poor to afford to buy him one and he was never one for working his fingers to the bone at some minimum wage job to afford one. He never really regretted it, except for times like these. He looked at his watch again. Two fifteen. The wind tore at his thin jacket and he wondered how long he could hold out. He sighed. Time to take shelter in the factory. It probably wouldn't be any warmer, but at least there wouldn't be any wind....
The Cheese Factory was a medium size one room building which had survived the ravages of time by way of it's being brick. Lots of people came in here to make out (and do other things), but Rob really didn't understand how they could since it smelled like every old person's house he'd ever been in. There were several pieces of heavy old machinery scattered around, and Rob sat on what looked like a conveyor belt. From his vantage point he could see a moldy mattress someone had thrown in the far corner, surrounded by used condoms and beer cans. He frowned. Dammit Ang, whatever you wanted to get me out here to tell me, it had better be worth it, he thought and turned to face the window to watch for her car...
Rob was deep inside his head when she pulled up, fighting demons in a story he made up to amuse himself when he got bored. When she honked her horn he jumped up and met her outside. His heart almost skipped a beat when he saw her. He always forgot how pretty she was, the blonde hair she could never keep out of her face and those green eyes that seemed to look right through him. He did still love her, despite what she did to him.
"Hi Rob, I'm sorry I'm late. I really didn't think you'd show up. Where's your truck?"
"Don't have it anymore, remember?" He put his hands in his pockets and tried not to look at her face.
"Oh jeez, you didn't walk here did you?
"That's almost three miles!"
"Yeah, I know."
"Get in the car, friggin' crazy..."
Neither one of them said anything for what seemed like an eternity. Rob took off his gloves and warmed his hands on the heater air coming out of the dashboard. It felt like a million pins were being stuck in them at once. Angie broke the silence like she always did.
"Rob, I really wanted to say that that I'm sorry. I know this is kind of a weird place to meet up, but if I went over to your house you'd just shut the door in my face. And don't say you wouldn't, you know you would. And you wouldn't answer my damn phone calls!" Rob stared out the window.
"Is that all you wanted say?"
"I just...I just want to apologize and hear you say that you forgive me..."
Angie sounded like she was going to cry. Rob still couldn't turn to look at her.
"You know you put me through Hell right? Do you know how much it fucking hurt me to see you...I don't want to go back to it Ang. I don't want to re-live that."
Angie was in tears now.
"Well I'm fucking sorry alright? It was just turned into a completely different person, what I was supposed to do?"
Rob finally turned and looked at her.
"I still loved you Ang, I told you that! And you ripped my heart out and you think just because you say you're sorry, that makes it all better? Well fuck you! I'm not a damn pushover..."
"And I told you not to call me Robert. My mother calls me Robert..."
For awhile neither one spoke and the only sound was Angie's sobs and the wind blowing outside the car. Finally she turned, her face streaked with tears.
"Get out." She whispered. "GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" She yelled and pounded on the steering wheel. Rob didn't say a word, just climbed out of the car, back into the frigid winter afternoon.
For awhile nothing moved. Rob stood outside the car and it stayed parked. Even the wind seemed to die down, it was like time was suddenly frozen. Then Rob closed his eyes and when he opened them, the car was gone. He laughed and looked down at his hands. The fact that they were covered in blood didn't phase him like it used to. The first time it had happened it had scared the shit out of him, but now it was just an everyday thing. He closed his eyes again and when he opened them it was gone. He laughed again and jumped up and down. He put his hands in his pocket and grabbed the switchblade inside, feeling it's weight. This object that had come into his hands by fate, this simple thing had changed the course of his life, and he reveled in it. He ran around the lot till he was hot and tired and then calmly walked into the woods. There was a certain spot he had to visit before he went home, but he could take his time. It wasn't like anyone was waiting for him.
As he walked he sang: "With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats, you cant say we're satisfied..."

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