Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,97

few essentials, I needed to start out now. I eyed my luggage with my yoga and snorkeling gear. I had really looked forward to our snorkeling excursion. I crawled on my knees and quickly entered the combination to the luggage lock. I popped it open and tossed the lock on the floor. I unzipped the luggage and found my yoga top and pants. I undressed in the front room. I wasn’t worried if someone could see in if you couldn’t see out from all the dust and grime on the windows.

I found my running shoes and a pair of ankle socks, and set myself out for what would be a short journey to town. I didn’t bother locking the door. At that point, I was hoping to find a motel/hotel in town, and I would stay there until morning. With my wallet and phone in my small black sports backpack, I set out of my new humble abode for any site of human life.

Chapter Three

I began walking at a fast clip downhill. The road was steep going down, so walking back up would be a challenge with a lot of groceries. I began making a mental list in my head as to what I would need. A good bottle of wine was going to be worth its weight to carry. I had some sorrows to take care of. Forget health food. I was on a warpath that didn’t involve men or slender waists. I could now eat what I wanted when I wanted, and not get judged for a pound gained. I smiled at that thought and felt a warm sensation fill my body with hope. I rounded a bend in the road, and it opened wide to a valley below. It was breathtaking.

The rolling hills that intertwined into a valley river below filled with aspen trees of green and yellow shades, coloring the landscape. The tall intermingling pine trees were lush with green fir tips, and the river sparkled with clear dark-blue water with the late day sun starting to cast golden stars of light off the bending river.

I took a deep yoga breath in, and stretched my arms over my head and slowly let it out as I let my arms sink to my sides. I felt alive in a new and unusual way. I didn’t feel so helpless and alone anymore. I didn’t think Sabrina would understand my love for the fresh mountain air. It ran parallel in first place to my desire to sit on a beach and let the ocean lap at my toes. This place might not be so bad after all.

I did notice, that I did not see a town in sight. I could only hope it was down the road and hidden by all the trees. Because if not… I was screwed. Hell I was screwed any ways. Maybe I would pull a Forrest Gump and just run my broken heart to all eternity.

I looked down at my newly acquired tennis shoes I had bought just for the trip to match my turquoise blue yoga tank top and dark navy blue yoga pants with the matching bright turquoise design. I had pulled my long blonde hair into a puffy ponytail before I left the cottage. I was a walking billboard for fit and athletic cute. I didn’t doubt that. I hadn’t thought to wash my face before I left which I was sure was a puffy splotchy red mess of mascara ruins.

I spit into my fingertips, wiped my spit under my eyes, and used the underside end of my tank top to wipe my eyes clean. Thankful this brand of waterproof mascara held to its fifty-dollar price tag. It was actually waterproof. I slapped my face with my hands and pinched my cheeks to get the blood flowing. I figured by the time I got to civilization that I would look normal, as long as I held back any more tears.

I felt like I had walked several miles when I knew it was most likely only one. I heard the crunching of tires approaching behind me, and I stepped to the side of the road to let them pass. Who should pass me but my neighbors in their black Range Rover with darkly tinted windows. I watched the Rover slowly crawl to a stop then sat there. I smiled at them and stopped myself, turning extremely nervous inside. What if Sabrina had placed me directly in the path of a serial killer?