Gone
It's over.
Angel found me down in the kitchen last night. Damn near jumped outta my skin when I saw him, just starin' at me from the corner of the room. Knew what he was gonna say before he said it, though.
He knew. He knew everything, about me an' Faith. Didn't say how, but that didn't matter. He knew.
In a way, when he said that, it was a relief. I mean, it was killin' me, what was goin' on. Yeah, I know it was wrong to do that to Angel. Friends don't pull that shit on each other. But now that he knew, that meant it was over. No more.
I started to apologize, tried to explain what was goin' on. Tried to tell him about Faith, that I tried to stop, man, but she...
I probably just babbled for a good five minutes.
And Angel just stood there the whole time. Never said a word. Never moved. Never fuckin' blinked.
Then he said, "Get out." Voice flat as cheap soda. He turned on his heel and walked away, never once looked back.
Don't know how long I stood there, starin' after him, thinkin' he was gonna come back. Hell, I kept expectin' him to jump outta the shadows, game face on, lookin' for a pound of flesh for what I did. Don't know what the fuck he woulda come back and said, but it couldn't end like that...right?
Wrong.
I walked upstairs, grabbed some shit outta my room, jumped into my truck and started drivin'. Wound up in Burbank somehow. I don't remember how the hell I got up here, must've zoned out. Got myself a cheap hotel room off the 5.
Just been starin' at the ceiling all night.
I done fucked up, man.
And there ain't no way to put it right...
Angel found me down in the kitchen last night. Damn near jumped outta my skin when I saw him, just starin' at me from the corner of the room. Knew what he was gonna say before he said it, though.
He knew. He knew everything, about me an' Faith. Didn't say how, but that didn't matter. He knew.
In a way, when he said that, it was a relief. I mean, it was killin' me, what was goin' on. Yeah, I know it was wrong to do that to Angel. Friends don't pull that shit on each other. But now that he knew, that meant it was over. No more.
I started to apologize, tried to explain what was goin' on. Tried to tell him about Faith, that I tried to stop, man, but she...
I probably just babbled for a good five minutes.
And Angel just stood there the whole time. Never said a word. Never moved. Never fuckin' blinked.
Then he said, "Get out." Voice flat as cheap soda. He turned on his heel and walked away, never once looked back.
Don't know how long I stood there, starin' after him, thinkin' he was gonna come back. Hell, I kept expectin' him to jump outta the shadows, game face on, lookin' for a pound of flesh for what I did. Don't know what the fuck he woulda come back and said, but it couldn't end like that...right?
Wrong.
I walked upstairs, grabbed some shit outta my room, jumped into my truck and started drivin'. Wound up in Burbank somehow. I don't remember how the hell I got up here, must've zoned out. Got myself a cheap hotel room off the 5.
Just been starin' at the ceiling all night.
I done fucked up, man.
And there ain't no way to put it right...