Breaking Their Hold
Chapter Two
As I ride in the taxi to the train station, I am hoping with all my might that the family have already left. Having spent the time since I left, up until now, I have been drunk out of my mind, and haven’t a clue how long I’ve been away. For all I know I could have been gone the whole time they were on holidays, and they may be back already. That’d be about right. The one time I want them to be away, they’re just sitting at home waiting for me. Waiting for me to say sorry and get on with everything that they want me to do. No way. Not this time guys. I get to the train station and ask the clerk what the day and time is.
“Rough night?” she asks with an understanding smile.
“Rough week, more like it.” I say, swaying slightly as to not let her see that I am still intoxicated from last night’s bender.
“It’s April 2nd, and is 10:22 am.” She said in a very polite manner.
Shit. 3 days isn’t that bad. Lord knows I’ve done worse. “Thank-you very much.” I say, trying my hardest not to slur my words. At that, I ordered a ticket back home and waited patiently for it to arrive.
“About 10 to 15 minutes away, Hun.” Said the clerk with a smile that said ‘as Australians, we know all too well, that ALL train time tables are works of fiction’, kind of look, and at that we both sniggered.
On that note, I went to find myself somewhere to sit and wait for the train to pull up in the station. Whilst sitting there on that park chair, that has probably seen more sex than a teenage boy with internet connection, my mind began to wonder. I thought with the least emotion one could possibly fathom, as to whether or not I should write a letter, and leave it on the front door, or somewhere else in the house. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. I hear the train pull into the station and look at the designated clock that hangs at every station I have ever seen, and it has been 20 minutes! Shit! I really must be quite drunk still.
I get onto the train and the ticket guy asks for my ticket, I relinquish it too him and he just punches in the hole, and smiles, clearly aware of what kind of state I am in. When he comes around for the first time for the trip, I ask him, “How long until we get there?” he replies with an informative and polite tone, and says, “About four and a half hours, love.”
“Thank-you.” I smile. Jeez! Where has the time gone? Not long after we start moving, I drift off to sleep.
“Rough night?” she asks with an understanding smile.
“Rough week, more like it.” I say, swaying slightly as to not let her see that I am still intoxicated from last night’s bender.
“It’s April 2nd, and is 10:22 am.” She said in a very polite manner.
Shit. 3 days isn’t that bad. Lord knows I’ve done worse. “Thank-you very much.” I say, trying my hardest not to slur my words. At that, I ordered a ticket back home and waited patiently for it to arrive.
“About 10 to 15 minutes away, Hun.” Said the clerk with a smile that said ‘as Australians, we know all too well, that ALL train time tables are works of fiction’, kind of look, and at that we both sniggered.
On that note, I went to find myself somewhere to sit and wait for the train to pull up in the station. Whilst sitting there on that park chair, that has probably seen more sex than a teenage boy with internet connection, my mind began to wonder. I thought with the least emotion one could possibly fathom, as to whether or not I should write a letter, and leave it on the front door, or somewhere else in the house. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. I hear the train pull into the station and look at the designated clock that hangs at every station I have ever seen, and it has been 20 minutes! Shit! I really must be quite drunk still.
I get onto the train and the ticket guy asks for my ticket, I relinquish it too him and he just punches in the hole, and smiles, clearly aware of what kind of state I am in. When he comes around for the first time for the trip, I ask him, “How long until we get there?” he replies with an informative and polite tone, and says, “About four and a half hours, love.”
“Thank-you.” I smile. Jeez! Where has the time gone? Not long after we start moving, I drift off to sleep.
Thanks for the nice words guys! I promise I will try and update very very soon. I know I am a bad person!
3/7/14