It was as if every ounce of joy and hope had been drained out of me. I was a dead man at seventeen.
“I am not expecting anything from you. You are free to go.” We both knew I was not.
“Dammit Lisa, I’m gonna be a lawyer!” There was no point denying my disappointment and regret.
Her eyes, red and swollen ugly from crying, widened like saucers. “I…I already said you were free to go, Ray…I…” A huge sob fest followed. “I…hate you!”
Great. Like I didn’t already hate both her and me. Dammit.
I scanned the open field. A hundred meters away, half a dozen kids played kickball. Good thing we weren’t at the pizza place; this would’ve caused a racket. We were like a friggin’ soap opera scene.
“Listen. I gotta go for a while, okay? I need time to, uh, think this through.”
“I gotta think…I gotta go, okay? I’ll call you.”
I couldn’t wait for her answer. I turned and I ran as fast as I could, neither knowing nor caring where I was headed.
Lisa was pregnant. Tomorrow was gone.
A fresh snippet for my work-in-progress. Writing prompt, “no tomorrow,” courtesy of Inspiration Monday 🙂