Who Would Drive So Recklessly?

Mentally reviewing the conversation, I filled with grudging acceptance. My friendship with Lilly might be irrevocably damaged. I still didn’t understand why she was so angry. We had been friends for too long for her to make such a fuss over one weekend.


As the truck in front of me slowed unexpectedly I realized that was a problem I would need to think about later. The vehicles ahead of me gradually came to a halt as we approached congestion. It never failed. Traffic was always worst when I was in a hurry.


I eased my car into the breakdown lane to my left, trying to determine how bad the bakcup was. From what I could see it extended for miles, far beyond where the road turned out of sight. I grabbed my phone and pulled up Google maps, the red line indicating slow traffic that seemed to go on forever.


There was no way I could sit through that. I had to get off and either find a place to stay or maybe a different route. It might have been irrational but I felt vulnerable, trapped there among the cars that just a short time before had made me feel protected, concealed.


Slowly I worked my way across the lanes until I was in the far right lane. Again looking at the map on my phone I tried to figure out how far the next exit was. At this painful crawl it appeared it would be at least 15 minutes before I would reach it.


When I glanced up I scanned my mirrors, out of habit more than anything else. In the passenger side mirror I saw a silver car recklessly diving down the breakdown lane.


In shock I could do nothing as it approached.


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Why Was She So Mad at Me?

My heart soared as I reached the on-ramp with no further issues. Merging with traffic I was grateful for the perceived anonymity that came from being among the other vehicles on the road. Anxious to leave town I navigated to the passing lane and fell behind an older Toyota Tacoma going 10 over the limit.

I had never felt more alone than I did at that moment. No one even knew I was going away. I hadn’t spoken with any of my friends since the disastrous trip to the house by the river. Although I missed all of them, I longed to reach out to Lilly most, to hear her calm voice tell me everything was going to be okay.

Now that I was learning what Clay might be capable of my eyes were opening to who he really was instead of the man I had imagined. Maybe Lilly would talk to me again if she knew I wasn’t with him any longer.

Anxiously I scrolled through my contacts as I kept my car at a steady 75 mph. After I hit the phone icon next to her picture I switched the device over to bluetooth so I could keep both hands on the wheel. The phone rang four times and just as I was sure it would go to voicemail Lilly answered in a tone much cooler than the one with which she had used to greet me in the past.

Saddened by the distance I felt between us I forced myself to speak. “How are you? So much has happened. I need to talk to you.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I want to hear about it,” she replied tersely.

I bristled. I knew she didn’t approve of my relationship, and in hindsight she wasn’t wrong, but why did she sound so mad at me?

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that I finally understand why you had such an issue with Clay,” I began.

“Listen, what is happening between the two of you is really none of my business. You made it perfectly clear where your loyalties were,” she stated hotly.

“What do you mean?” I asked, intentionally keeping my inflection flat to avoid sounding defensive.

“When we were together that weekend it was obvious you only wanted to be with him. My feelings are hurt and it seems like I’ve lost my best friend. You haven’t been yourself since you met him.”

“I tried to spend time with you. What was I supposed to do, just leave him by himself?” My voice rose with my frustration.

“Nothing. Look, I have to run. Let’s catch up later,” she said just before disconnecting the call.

Vexed by Lilly’s attitude I tossed my phone onto the passenger’s seat and gripped the wheel with both hands until my knuckles were white.

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Was He Trying to Kill Me?

I slipped into my 2015 Honda Pilot and backed out of my parking spot, unsure when I would return. Leaving the lot I turned right, heading toward the highway. I still hadn’t taken the time to figure out what I should do, but instinctively I felt I should leave town. I knew if I headed North there would be hotels not far from the highway.

Some time alone should help me evaluate the situation more objectively.

I had been lost in thought, again, almost missing the next turn. This was becoming a common occurrence. What was wrong with me?

I turned to the right at the last minute, my tires screeching on the pavement. Spying a car behind me do the same, my heart started to pound in my chest. It was a silver Porsche, just like Clay’s. This was not an affluent neighborhood. Luxury vehicles stood out among the more practical minivans and sedans common for the families living in this area.

What was he planning to do?

As the question formed in my mind, his car drew closer, dangerously close in my opinion. I sped up to increase the distance but he immediately closed the gap. Going well over the speed limit on a largely residential street I was afraid to accelerate much more.

Looking in the rear view mirror I was unable to be sure the driver was Clay as he was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap. It had to be him though, didn’t it? What was he doing?

As his car came within inches of mine, I was suddenly sure he was going to hit me and I braced myself for the impact. Seconds before our vehicles collided he swerved into the other lane. Fortunately there were no oncoming cars. He blew past me then cut back over just a breath away from my front bumper.

As he did, he slammed on the breaks. Shocked by what was happening as he passed me I had already started to lose speed, but I was still forced to veer into the empty parking spaces to my right in order to avoid a crash. Fearing a confrontation I turned right just as he crossed the next street at the end of the block.

Although I was relieved that I’d been able to prevent a wreck I didn’t allow myself time to celebrate. It was clear that my impulse to run was justified. Now I just had to get to the highway before he found me again.

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SPYING

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Was It Time to Say Goodbye to the Past?

Thinking about it as I sat there, my relationship with Clay was redolent of my past affair. In both I had made assumptions. I had been quick to fall in love with the person I thought they were, without taking the time to truly get to know them. I had been infatuated with the romantic image of being the girlfriend of a wealthy older man.

Was money really that important to me? Was I incapable of learning? Had I not changed at all in the past 10 years? Was I destined to repeat the same pattern my whole life?

I was going to have to figure that out, but at the moment there were more pressing matters. Apparently Clay had not believed me when I had told him I’d be back after I left the cafe. He had obviously come to my apartment when I was at the police station, but had not stayed. I considered the possibility that this would be the end, but my intuition told me he would not be dissuaded so easily.

Looking around, I was sad that I would once again be leaving my quirky little apartment. I had been happy there, or I suppose more accurately I had thought I’d been happy there. Maybe what I’d really been doing was hiding, barricading myself from the world, protecting myself from being hurt.

The realization flashed through my mind without conscious effort, but deep within me I felt the truth of the idea. Lilly had tried to tell me as much over the years but stubbornly I refused to admit it. I had argued that I still went out, saw my friends, went to work. But maybe I was starting to understand what she had been trying to say.

Standing I picked up my backpack. I briefly contemplated what I might want from my home while I was away. Realizing I’d been without everything there for weeks I decided it was better to walk away from it all. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be gone, but there was nothing there I truly needed.

I grabbed the keys from their hook next to the door, then paused with my hand on the knob. Looking back over my shoulder at the quaint space that had been mine, I sighed with resignation. Like it or not, my life was about to change. I would no longer be able to hide in my sanctuary.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I left my past life behind me.

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This post is a part of the story about the ex and comes after How Do I Know if It’s Love?

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