Chapter 34: Delayed (Wabara’s POV)
I woke up the next morning with a pounding head. I made it through the day and then repeated what I did last night. Drank more alcohol and then went back to sleep.
This cycle repeated over the weekend until I woke up on Monday morning, yet again to a pounding head.
I sighed, rubbing my eyes and staring at the ceiling. I woke up at around one in the afternoon and I was in no mood to go anywhere or do anything to do. I’ve been drinking too much and it’s starting to frustrate me how I have to drink and sleep to avoid thinking of her. I probably think of her when I’m drunk too, I’m just too drunk to remember it the next day.
I looked at the window which had the blinds covering it and could hear the downpour of the rain. I sighed, staring at the ceiling.
Then her words replayed in my head. “Logan International Airport. The flight is at 6:40 in the morning, I have a layover in Seattle, and I’ll get to Kauai at around 4:45. Anything else you want to know?”
I sat up quickly, scratching my head. It’s already noon. She’s probably long gone now, isn’t she? Even if I wanted to see her, I would have to wait until the next year of college starts in the fall. I groaned and stumbled to the bathroom, taking a shower and freshening up.
I put on black sweatpants with a black hoodie, pulled the hood over my head, moved to my kitchen, and ate cereal for lunch. I gave Bourbon his food and then put my empty bowl in the sink, staring at the clock.
Each tick felt like it was taunting me. Each tick represented an extra second added to the number of hours. The number of hours that it had been since she probably left for the airport, how late I was, and how much I was fucking regretting it.
I don’t know what happened that first night I got drunk. I remember Indie being here and tucking me in bed, we might have kissed but I can’t be sure if I was imagining that or if it really happened. But I miss her, I miss her so fucking much. Too much to bear.
I grabbed my phone off the counter and tucked it into my pocket, grabbing the apartment keys. “Bourbon, be good. I’ll be back later.”
He stared at me and then tilted his head to one side in confusion.
“I’m going to tell her I love her.” Because I can’t fucking take it anymore. I can’t be away from her any longer, especially when I know it’s only hurting the both of us. I know that she’s probably on her way to Hawaii right now, I know she’s probably not even home, I know that it’s raining and I’m fresh out of the shower. But I also know that sometimes long flights are canceled because of the rain, and it is showering outside with thunder crackling every so often, and beams of lightning lit up the sky in blue every once in a while.
I climbed into the elevator, pressing the button to the lobby about a dozen times.
When I finally got there, I ran to the main door, being stopped by the security guard. “Take an umbrella, Wabara.” He offered one from the public stand.
I shook my head and pushed past him, running out onto our sidewalk and pushing past people with umbrellas, trying not to bump into anyone.
“Wabara!”
I slowed down to a stop, looking to my right where Caleb’s car was as he rolled the window down. “Where the hell are you going? It’s fucking raining, get in the car!”
“I can’t!” I shouted over the thunder.
“Why? What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m going to see Indie!”