A Long Way Down
How the fuck did I
end up here?
The
metal of the railing dug into my hands while I hung on for dear life and
silently cursed the events that had led to me hanging, suspended in the air,
several metres above street level.
Truth
be told, I knew exactly what had happened. And while it would have been easy to
blame others, ultimately my own foolish behaviour had caused the mess I found
myself in. Just as it had been my decision to say yes to the suggested
solution. And I’d gotten away with it four times before now.
I
could hear someone walking inside the apartment and hoped against hope they
wouldn’t notice the open balcony door or, if they did, would think they’d left
it open themselves. If they walked out and saw me I’d be fucked. Scrap that. I was fucked either way. It
was too far to jump down and I couldn’t climb back up as long as they were
inside. My arms growing more tired by the minute were a clear indication
hanging on wouldn’t be an option for much longer either.
None
of this would have happened if my parents hadn’t cut off my funding six months
ago. Overnight I’d gone from having more money than I really needed, to having
none. It had been so easy to borrow funds from others. They all knew me as the
rich kid so it didn’t occur to them to say no. Until I’d failed to pay them
back on time. Who knew it would be so hard to find a job, any job?
I’d
known I was in serious trouble the moment the six guys I owed money to cornered
me together. I couldn’t blame them for being fed up and hadn’t been surprised
they were done being nice. When I told them I had no money and no way to get my
hands on any either, they’d offered me what they called ‘a solution’.
And
that’s how I started my career as a burglar and thief. The first four places
they told me to rob had been surprisingly easy to get into. I’d stolen what I
could find and carry, before handing it over to cover my debts. This was
supposed to have been the last time.
I
almost laughed out loud, despite the situation I found myself in. Clearly this
would have to be the very last time. I’d either be caught or break my legs
trying to get away.
I
watched with dread pooling in my tummy as the door was pushed open from the
inside. I looked down at the ground below me, contemplating my chances of
safely making the jump for the umpteenth time, before glancing up and staring
straight into his eyes.
“You
bastard?” He growled at me, anger flashing in his eyes and a frown marking his
handsome features. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
How
had I not known this was his apartment? Here was the reason my parents had cut
me off in the first place—the reason I’d felt the need to come out—examining me
from the safety of his balcony.
I
watched helplessly as he balled his hand into a fist. “Give me one good reason
not to push you down.”
I
grabbed his fist before it hit me and looked up at him. I imagined I saw pain
underneath his anger. “Because I’m in love with you.”
I
closed my eyes, pressed my lips hard against his hand, and waited.
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I chuckled as I read this for several reasons. Nicely done. I never would've thought of that take on this pic.
ReplyDeleteIf I made you chuckle that's my job done :) And yes, my mind does work in mysterious ways more often than not.
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