The Last Time (Part II)

“Hi,” she said looking right at me like she was trying to take out my soul and trade for a nice expensive handbag.

“Hi,” I said as I laid my head against the bar looking at her new designer boots.

“Why are you here?” She asked standing a couple feet away from where I was which was in Providence’s jail. After my graduation, I came here, an hour away from Boston where my best friend studied in Rhode Island school of design. However, the person standing right in front of me wasn’t Hannah. It was her roommate Carrie.

“He’s D+D” a police officer told her when he handed her a clipboard and a pen. The lady with long curly brown hair with green eyes signed the paper as fast as her ability of killing me. “He was yelling the heck of everyone at Williams statue,”

“Hm,” she responded and smiled to the officer as he walked away to continue the paperwork. Carrie and I almost got together like a year ago when I hadn’t met Annabel. I came to visit Hannah very often so we met quite often too but that was just that. But it made us even closer than just a friend of a friend. She was more than that to me. “Carrie left her phone at the apartment so I take the liberty of picking it up and guess what? Charles Brennan is in jail.”

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. It was probably the worst thing I’d done in years. I’d been drunk before but I’d never been this drunk. I couldn’t even remember what I did until the officer mentioned it.

“Well, I’ll go have some burger and I’ll just come back in like….say a half of hour. Have fun, big guy.”

“Aren’t you going to bail me?” I was panic when I saw she was walking away in her….well, my RedSox hoodie. “Carrie, this is not funny. Come on!”

“Just bail him out and leave him there an hour” Carrie played the record of Hannah’s voice when they talked probably before she got here.

“Fuck that, Caroline. Please.”

I guessed I deserved that. It was their graduation week and I ruined all the fun they had. I slept on their couch for a week now and I felt like I was dying very slowly. I meant it really felt like that. Some nights I wide awoke because I felt excruciating pain in my chest like my heart was bleeding. Some nights I went to sleep and dreamt about Anna and I went back together and got marry. That was probably the only thing on my mind, getting Anna back. I called her a couple times after that nightmare night. She picked up and talked to me, not as nice as I remembered but she plea her case. She tried to distance herself away from me. I hurt her. She was building a wall against me and that was killing me the most. I loved her more than anything and I didn’t even want to imagine a life without her but now I had to live one. Some nights I cried so hard that Hannah would have to hold me in her arms and rocked me like a baby. I was the weakest of the weakest man on earth and the person who weakens me was no one else but me.

Hannah was not very happy about my experience in jail as she avoided talking to me in very way. Hannah was the greatest friend in the world for me. We grew up together in Arlington, Virginia and studied in that little private school. We went to the same classes, did pretty much the same things and went on the couple dates together. People looked at us like soon we would get together, married and have million of kids but we‘d never been like that. I meant I had a crush on her once when we were in middle school or something like that but that day was all gone. Now, she was a guardian who spoke absolutely nothing to me after she got back from school.

“Hannah, I’m sorry.” I stood there on the door step into the kitchen where Hannah was cooking something on the stove. Carrie was watching TV in the living room and she was glancing at me. The apartment wasn’t that big but now it was like Hannah was in New York and I was in California. “I got carried away. I didn’t mean to be that drunk. You know me.”

“Carrie, do you want some chili in your eggs?” Completely, ignoring me. She pretended like I wasn’t even there. She turned her tighten up dark hair to me like I was a ghost in her house.

“Yes, please.” Carrie answered as her eyes were on an episode of Glee.

“Hannah,” I called out, “I’m sorry.”

“You know what, Charles?” Finally, she spoke. “You’re fucking idiot. Why the hell did you do that?” Her rage was dangerous and I should have thought it more clearly before messing with it. She turned around showing her red raging face and started to hit me with the hot cooking paddle. “Has it ever crossed your mind that it was a stupid thing to do?”

“If I knew it was stupid, I wouldn’t have done it, would I?”

Hannah stopped. No, she stunned. I was a pain in the ass and that crossed me lots of troubles.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have said so,” Carrie whispered when she poked her face near me.

“I hate you.” Hannah said as she pointed the peddle in my face. “I hate you, Charles.”

“Fine, hate me. Call me when you stop being such a bitch on this.” I was pretty mad at her now. She was acting like I killed some guy and threw his body away in the Hudson River or something. “You act like you’ve never got drunk, Hannah, and we all know what the hell happens when you’re drunk. Don’t make such a bad deal out of this shit.”

“Ok, I won’t then.” Hannah said and threw the peddle at me as she took off out the door.

“Fuck,” I hated myself.

“Why she had to be that mad? I mean she’s worried I know but why that much?” Carrie said as she settled herself back on the couch. “A couple drinks didn’t kill you”

Yeah, it didn’t but it almost did.