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Left On The Highway: Too Late, Ex-Lover

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 1115    |    Released on: Today at 14:50

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o gray limestone cliffs, with a three-t

unched loose shale unde

ocky grade, and every skid tore at the raw flesh of my

aked through the fresh white gauze a

gan to scream th

stant, replaced by bruised-purple storm

shouted against the strengthening wind,

smacked hard a

e sky split open and the

in minutes-from the mid-se

d instantly into sli

bone in her thin athletic top, cowering against

once-but he had left Kenzie's he

, and his eyes

Tex storm shell, bought specifical

lunged forward and seized t

he ordered, ripping t

king. "Everything under it is soaked

bellowed over the rolling thunder. "You're sturdy-one

shell off me completely, and wrapped it without he

.." Kenzie sobbed,

down the mountain!" Eas

m, a human wall, escorting her swiftly across

over his shoulder without turni

ir figures had vanished

nothing but a thin cotton tee, the freezing rain la

ttered beyon

down at

the blood thin, diluting i

n't p

dn't

ocused everything I had on each breath,

f struggling through the downpour befo

ot, I was shaking so hard I couldn'

unlock from i

e rear door and

asting at its highest set

ly dry, sipping hot coffee from a thermos, snug

om the front seat, wiping condensation off the windo

say a sin

indow glass, took my phone from its w

from the airl

to Chicago O'Hare, departing tomorr

ification was an email fr

student orientation begins the Mo

my eyes

fternoon, we retu

ry clothes, locked my door, and col

morning, my bo

and surged th

d like a broken bellows; the infected wounds on

el thermometer and ch

izziness blur

pulled out my phone and

an't stop shaking. Can someone drive

inutes

ome Tylenol in the kit

ylenol in the kitchen. I'm

fications will wake Kenzie. She had a scare on the mountain

drama, Brooke. Drink some

I stared at the pho

shallow and ragge

they wouldn't even spend twenty minutes

ne gently on

oom sink, packed everything that belonged to me into my suitcase, and then sat

ng, the front door b

out the

e, in matching casual outfits,

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rooke?" Avery

hit the unlock. "She's probably in her room sulki

gravel drive and sped of

ng back to find me waiting as "understanding" as ever-u

the gate, I took out my phon

sto

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Left On The Highway: Too Late, Ex-Lover
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“I Waited Three Hours in Line for Them; They Couldn't Wait Three Minutes for Me In a hundred-and-four-degree heat, I stood in line for three hours just because my boyfriend's new coworker Kenzie wanted reservations for the observation deck. Sweat glued my shirt to my back; my lips cracked from dehydration. When I finally inched up to the window, I texted the group chat: "Almost done." No one replied. I turned around-the parking lot was empty. The sun beat straight down as I stared at the blank chat window, waiting. Then my boyfriend Easton texted: "You took too long. Kenzie doesn't feel like going anymore. We're resting at the gas station convenience store three miles out. Walk over yourself." My own brother didn't stop them. Neither did my childhood friend. In thin canvas shoes, I walked the whole three miles, my heels bleeding until the white canvas soaked dark red. The next day, ignoring my injuries, they insisted on a mountain hike. That night I ran a 103.5-degree fever and begged for help in the group chat. My brother replied: "Take some Tylenol. We're all asleep." My boyfriend twisted the knife: "Stop texting. You'll wake Kenzie." That second, I woke up. I had already accepted the full scholarship from Imperial College London-the offer I'd been sitting on for six months. There was nothing left to decide. At 5:30 in the morning, I threw those blood-soaked canvas shoes into the metal trash can, called a taxi, and headed straight for the airport. At the departure gate, I dialed Easton, my voice calm without a trace of a tremble: "We're done."”