Promises, Promises
I suspected things would go awry and the universe did not disappoint. Some places you shouldn’t go. Some people you shouldn’t follow. Deep down there is a rumble in your soul when you’re near danger. Intuition splashes around like a live wire in a puddle. Fear percolates as if coffee is brewing wet upon arousal — and dripping down the psyche hot — raising hairs like static. I felt my heart sound off like the retorts of a gunfight.
“Where were you?! We’re going to miss our flight!” Guy turns around. His face begs to be angry with me. Upon seeing the state I was in, distress and rage transform his expression. “Are you okay! What the hell happened to you! Did he do this ?! You’re brother, did he do this to you?!”
“We need to get the fuck out of here now! I’ll tell you on the way to the airport!”
“Let’s go! Everything’s in the car.”
Guy drives out of the hotel parking with his foot easing on the gas. He takes Bond Street and the 4.6 miles takes eleven minutes to travel. We check everything but our back packs at the curbside baggage check-in on the right when we pull into the terminal. Guy parks and locks the car at the Budget Rent-A-Car across the road. I place the completed contract and the keys in the key drop box located outside at the north end of the building. We clear security and arrive at our…
