Years ago tragedy struck the Calloway's causing the family to fall apart. Lucariah Augustine St. Francis Calloway was left in the ruins of it all with a mother who couldn't bother and a father who disappeared one night with his older brothers. For...
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I stand corrected.
This day could be so much worse.
I think days are measured by how meaningful they are to your life.
We don't remember a random Tuesday where we did what we do everyday- even if someone told a funny joke, or complimented your hair- they vanish from your mind completely.
But, we remember days that were impactful. That left your heart full of joy- or crushed your soul from the sorrow.
Days like those shape you into the person you become in the future. Perhaps it's a bit of a far fetched idea; maybe days like those are the ones that get morphed and inevitably vanish from your mind.
Such an emotionally charged day could damage the concept of what really happened. But I swear I'll never forget this day for as long as I shall live.
And it has nothing to do with happy memories.
Picture this; me, post panic attack waiting for any one of my brothers to pick me up. Ezekiel, arriving to the school and practically lunging me into his car.
We've been driving for about an hour. I know we are nowhere near Evan's house. I don't know when he plans on stopping.
He hasn't said a word.
My heart was pounding steadily in my chest, anticipating what was to come as I watched the trees blur past us.
I've been in this situation one too many times. Being in a vehicle with a person I don't know or trust as they drive me to wherever they feel like going.
I wanted to question when he planned on stopping, but for some reason my words caught in my throat and left me grasping on nothing but my tongue.
I'd spoken to him before; to argue and tell him to keep his mouth shut. But I'd never planned on being in a small space with only him. And I never imagined this outcome.
The sun was on the horizon by the time he finally stopped the car; pulling to the side of a deserted road and setting it on park.
He stared out the windshield for a second before he turned his eyes on me. I was startled to see the rage, the glint of pain, settled in his gaze.
"Get out," he hissed.
My jaw fell open as I looked to the place he'd left me.
"I said get out," his voice boomed. I flinched in my seat, scurrying to open the door. He rolled down the passenger side window. "Next time you act so smart with me, I'll do worse."
Without a second thought he drove off. Leaving me all alone.
Now- I know, I know, this looks bad. But what he doesn't know is that I noticed every turn he took. He may have driven for what could have been hours, but he drove through the same streets multiple times.
