Page 220 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland

Reason To Sing

“Can you come right now?”
“Yes, of course. I’ll come right now. Just tell me exactly where
you are.”
I think fast. I know I can’t stay in this phone booth. Hudson
will surely find me here. “Okay, Gord, I will be just a block away
but I’m going to hide. Off the main street. There’s no way I can
stay on this street corner in this phone booth. He will know
where to find me. Somehow, he’ll just know. I’ll watch for you.
Please hurry!”
I wait and I pace. A thousand thoughts taller than the
Empire State Building pile on top of one another. My brain feels
like it is going to implode. I knew this day would come. I just
knew it. I tried so hard to not let it come to this. I didn’t want it
to end this way.
I always tried to talk and reason with Hudson. To end things
in a peaceful way. But he never listened to me. Not really. He
just saw things his way. He knew how to push my buttons and
he liked to see me squirm and cry and be torn in two, suffering
because I could never quite make the heavy decision. Always
scared. Always just waiting for his temper to flare. To be attacked.
Always living in fear. Waiting for this. For this very thing. For
him to lose it. On me!
After what feels like an eternity, Gord pulls up. I jump into
the passenger side and never have I been so glad to see that
friendly face. But there is no time for niceties.
“We have to go to the bank right away!” I am yanking on his
arm like a child. “Please! We have to get there before Hudson
does. I am afraid of what he might do. We have a ton of cash
sitting there from the sale of our house. It’s in our joint account.”
Gord’s voice remains calm. “Okay, let’s go there right now.”
He gently places his hand on my cheek. “Just tell me where,
Kelita. I’ll get you there and we’ll get this done.”

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