"He...took Blitz." My knees buckled and fists pounded the concrete floor. Sharp pains shot through my bones but I barely gritted my teeth. It was eternity since I last felt lonely. And it didn't sit well with me. No one to calm my heartbeat, to comfort me, to talk to me.
I needed someone to talk to. Someone to confide in right now. It was all too much. Had I lost everything?
Lifting my head to survey the environment, I observed I was in a rundown back alley. The slightest feeling of relief sparked inside me. Hopefully, no one saw how Kazar ended Tekeon. There was no camera nor passerby in sight; only withered trees, shabby buildings, and the crater formed from Kazar's crash; the one he jumped out of before extracting Blitz from me.
There was a faint sound of police sirens, I had to leave that spot quickly.
I sprang up to my feet and threw my hoodie over my head, hiding as much of my features as possible. Surprisingly, the glasses were still intact. So I left them on and cautiously made my way into the open street.
Talk about a path less trodden; to my left and right were closed-up stores and empty roads with flickering street lights. In front of me, just across the road, was a stretch of metal railings that acted as a barricade to the sea beyond.
Ironic as it were, I couldn't contemplate suicide. I was never one to run away from my problems. All I wanted was to share them. To ease the burden and let someone know. Someone I could trust. But who?
Perhaps it was time I opened up to Nic and told him who I truly am--or was.
Striding towards the left side of the street, away from the sound of the sirens, I pulled out my phone and took a deep breath before dialing Nic.
Unfortunately, the call went to voicemail.
Shoot. Could he still be at work at this time of the night? Overtime, maybe?
I decided to leave a message. "Hey, pal. There's something I've been meaning to tell you. I might really need your help. Call me when you're free."
As I cut the call, I remembered my conversation with Gina yesterday. She told me she would be on night shift so I made up my mind on where I was going next.
Was she a better alternative to Nic? Probably not. But she would understand anyways. Part of me believed she would.
Once I reached the end of the street, I took a corner and found myself in a more decent part of town. It seemed like a quiet neighborhood, those ones with matching houses and stable street lights that stretched out of view. In the distance, I spotted a taxi pulling over at a front porch. A woman in a red fur coat exited the back.
"Taxi!" I waved my hands and started in its direction.
The driver seemed to notice me, slowly driving to close the distance.
When it reached me, I stepped to the backdoor and got inside.
The driver winced in the rearview mirror. "Rough day?" He said with a throaty voice.
Making sure my glasses were fixed in place, I responded. "You don't wanna know."
I watched him adjust his white cap and clear his throat. "Where to?"
"City square."
"Anywhere specific?"
"I'll find my way from there."
*****
The hum of the engine dissipated when the taxi came to rest. At this point, I was already having second thoughts about telling Gina. Playing in my mind were multiple scenarios of the outcome. But I had made up my mind; whatever would be would be. Somehow she seemed to have a piece of my heart, even though I had decided to give the whole to June.
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