Where My Memories Roam by Sandra Reyes (fiction book recommendations .TXT) 📕

reach me in lunch but I didn’t want to talk to him after what he had done with Tiffany and after making me not want my delicious and perfect coffee. I went straight home as soon as the last bell rang. Then I threw myself on the sofa and began to cry. I wasn’t crying because I was sad. Usually I cry whenever I get really mad for something. I was angry at Ulysses for acting stupid with me and not understanding that a “No.” was a “No.” I could be too stubborn but there was something about Ulysses that I didn’t really like, and by now I could tell he is only a player and nothing else but a player and of course I deserved better than that. What woman doesn’t? But I had to stop being so goddamn stubborn as well. At that pace I would probably spend the rest of my life with a bunch of cats and feeding birds at the park. Somehow that didn’t sound bad.

I chose to forget about it just because I desired my coffee. I don’t know what I was capable of doing if I didn’t have my caffeine. I’d probably go nuts or go psycho. My hands cleaned my tears running down my face. Then I went to the kitchen and boiled some water. I had half a sandwich while I waited for the water to be ready. As soon as the water was in its boiling point I turned the pot off, grabbed a cup and put a spoon of coffee grains, the hot water, a spoon of sugar and cream. My coffee tasted ten million times better than the other one. Now no one would ruin my coffee, at least until I finished it. Then my phone began to vibrate. It was an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“October, it’s Tiffany.”

“Oh! Tiffany, I didn’t recognize your number. Are you alright?”

“And you think I should be alright? After you seduced my boyfriend into your slutty arms? You bitch. Learn to get your own guy. I wouldn’t be surprised if you have no girl friends; I’m pretty sure you do the same to all of them.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell are you talking about? Seducing your boyfriend? I didn’t do that. Your boyfriend is just a whore and I’m sorry it’s me the one that has to tell you but he is a damn whore. I have no idea what that idiot told you, but he told me he broke up with you because he wanted to go with some other girl.” I didn’t tell her it was for me.

“Oh! Now you’re calling me a liar? Oh no. You’re the whore here. I don’t even have to know anymore how many times you did it with Ulysses, but you will pay me some day, October Winters.”

“Wait, no! I didn’t do shit with your sorry ass slutty boyfriend. He’s probably lying to you because I don’t even consider him my friend anymore! And if you’re going to be calling me a whore a slut or a bitch, then you’re gaining nothing but shit ‘cause you’re calling those names to the wrong person. It’s not my fault you fell in love with that idiot. I’m sorry but I am not taking your goddamn shit.”

“Well guess what? I’m not taking yours either, especially since you like to play the Good Ass Prostitute with Ulysses. I thought you were better than that, October, But I now know you’re a fucking hoe. You were too perfect to be true.

“Perfect? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know anything. Perfect body. Perfect face. Smart and in medicine school. You live alone and you have a loving family. Everybody likes you because you’re fun to be around. That is just plain bullshit you make to cover your slutty side.”

“Oh no. I don’t fake any of that. I am all that and still I am not perfect. You’re just too goddamn childish and immature to admit that your idiotic love cheated on you more than once. And again, I have no idea of what he told you about me but I’m pretty sure it’s not true. In fact let me tell you what he told me. He said he broke up with you because he is in love with me and that he’s tired of you and your make up and you going to the mall to only buy clothes and look pretty. He said he wanted a smart girl, not a superficial cheap copy of a ninety-nine cent store Barbie doll. So good luck with your life Tiffany because I’ve lost all respect for you. Bye.” I waited a couple of seconds. She said nothing. I hung up my phone, looking at my coffee cup, luckily empty by now.
I knew that after all this chaos and after drinking coffee I wouldn’t be able to sleep so I decided to go for a walk. Even though sports weren’t my thing, I have to admit that I somehow enjoyed walking in the afternoons. And so I changed into the blue college shorts that had my name and a white shirt, grabbed my music player and my phone and left my house for a good walk. I was saluting everyone that was usually outside. Everyone seemed so happy and so worriless about problems. I only kept thinking but apparently I had gone too far from my house at some point. All this time I was thinking about my attitude and if it was correct to be the way I was with Ulysses.

I knew I was acting very stubborn and cruel and that maybe I should apologize to Tiffany because of all the things I had told her about an hour ago. But then I thought about stupid Ulysses and his Player games and all the things Tiffany told me and that maybe they deserved what I had done to them. Either way it wasn’t my business anymore. It was their problems and their life that was in drama, not mine.

It was already 9 at night when I realized I didn’t know where I was. My feet turned back the direction I was coming from trying to memorize and analyze how was it that I got where I was at the moment. I turned left. Nothing; I recognized nothing. Then I went back and turned right. Nothing either. My heart was pounding fast. I kept going right. Still there was nothing familiar. Then I turned left after 4 blocks.

What the hell was I doing? I had no idea. Where was I? That question was unanswerable even to me. Was I scared? Oh yeah was I scared; more than any other moment in my short life. I kept walking straight and turned to the right in block three. Then I see a black van pass me very slowly. The man driving lowered the window and stared at me. I stared back. His mustache covered part of his upper mouth then fell into a long bushy beard. He was bald from the top, revealing hair in a ring at the back of his head. He had an earring in his left ear. His arm that was sticking out the window had a tattoo of a naked woman that must’ve been her girlfriend. I only kept walking. The van accelerated.
I kept walking in a senseless direction for about 20 minutes. Then I remembered I had my phone, I could call a taxi. My feet ran to the nearest corner as I took out my phone and looked for the taxi phone number. My face began to smile as the number was being dialed automatically.

“Taxi, goodnight; how may I help you?” Her voice sounded tired.

“Good night; May I please have a taxi over in,” I looked at the name of the street. “624 Sun Flower Street in Glendale.”

“Sure; your taxi will be there in about 15 minutes. Is it alright?”

“Yes; thank you.” I hung up. It would be there in a while. One of my favorite songs was on so I put the volume higher. I could see from the corner of my eye two people walking together and I could hear a car calmly coming around the corner, then stop right behind me. I paused the music player. Someone got out of the car. My heart began to go crazy on me again. The people walking my way were men. Then I turned around to see a little Volvo and a senior lady get out of the car. She waved. My heart calmed down. She kept walking until she reached her house and went in.

But the two men walking were in silence and were observing me. The grind of wheels from a vehicle driving quickly sounded behind me. As I looked back I realized it was the same van I saw earlier and it was the same driver. I heard feet running and I look back. Both men were running to my direction. I began to run but after a couple of feet one of them caught me by the waist. I punched him in the stomach with my elbow and stomped on his right foot. I kept running, thanking P.E. class for what I had learned there. But the other man was quicker than me and he catched on to me and jumped on me. I felt my feet stop where they were and my body fall with at least 120 more pounds on top.

My being reached the ground but I twisted my body around and kicked the man on the face with my knee. I began to crawl and tried to stand up as fast as possible, but the man on the floor grabbed my foot. The one I had knocked down put his foot on my back leaving me immobile. I kicked about three times the man holding my foot and I, again, twisted my back to set free of the one that was holding me down with his foot on my back. I was still on the floor and I had lost a tennis shoe, but I got into fetal position but with my gluteus to the ground. He tried to catch my feet but I rolled around my butt. He couldn’t catch me. Then when he got near enough I kicked him in the testicles and he fell down to the floor, twisting of pain. The other man ran towards me but I quickly stood up and turned around to run.

But I saw two hairy hands holding a metal tube that came straight to my face. I heard something banging against metal. I saw an instantaneous white image followed by little stars. A major migraine popped from the front right side of my head. My legs lost balance and swept around. I saw the tattooed man and I slowly closed my eyes. All this happened in a question of seconds.

“Good night, Bitch.” Those were the last words I heard as my vision became blurry and my eyes shut. This sharp noise was ringing in my ears. I could feel like if I were drowning in the ocean. But there was something peculiar. The sea water didn’t taste salty. It had a warm metallic flavor. I still couldn’t see anything but the migraine kept growing stronger. It made me swirl around as I held my head in both arms and felt how the metallic water suffocated my throat.