Escapade Part 3

Finally, at the hotel, she dragged herself onto the bed and left me alone long enough to shower. Probably the only place I'll ever get to be alone. While I showered, I felt so dirty. Thinking about everything that had happened in the years prior to today. I couldn't stop thinking about the things we had done, the things I had done, the things I put my parents through, all the things I lost and gained. Mainly, I was just thinking about the events that led me to this decision. I couldn't take it anymore.

I am a country girl at heart. Well, more of a nomad. I'm sporadic. I need a getaway! And New York City, is not a getaway... especially when you were born and raised there. I was tired of the city life.

I set things up at work, to settle into a new city and life somewhere in California. I would start in a month and a half. A MONTH AND A HALF! All the things and places I could do and see till then! But I would have to stop this "escapade" a few weeks early to find a place to move into. I also can't spend too much money in case I needed it for any emergencies that may arise. And my sister, I had to get her setup too. She is old enough to fend for herself though. The girl needed to stand on her own two feet. I can't always be her leaning pole.

I stepped out the shower, letting my thoughts reemerge and flood into my brain. I wrapped myself up in a towel and sat on my bed. I looked at her and wondered what really made her leave. Can I honestly say that we had it so bad in my home? I hated the house, not my parents. Why put them through this? Why leave so abruptly?

I just didn't have the heart to tell them I was leaving for good. They always knew the day would come in which I'd just get up and leave. Years of hearing my dad say so, what would make them think that the person I'm most like wouldn't rub off on me in the decisions he never made or partook?

The next morning, the alarm went off. Not remembering when exactly I dozed off, I realized I was still dressed with only a towel and covers. I looked at the bed next to mine and didn't see my sister there. She was gone. I guess she put the alarm on for me to notice. I looked on her pillow where her note laid.

It read:

Hey honey! I went to get us some breakfast. I took some money. Hopefully I dont get lost.

Love you, Ana

It hit me. I'm scared she'll leave me. I'm scared to really be alone. But one of these days, I have to face the music. She'll fall in love, get married and live her own life. Me? Not so much. I'll probably just continue running away... No one will find me. Love will never catch me again. You can't keep running after someone who wants to be chased. Soon someone will wear himself out and see he can't contain me. The hunt for me would be my thrill...

The more I thought about this, the more I loved and fell more in love with the idea. I do love being chased. Why cant I make that last forever?