Why the fuck did I ever come back to Ukiah?
I was so afraid I’d run into my parents that I didn’t leave the hotel unless Davey absolutely forced me to, and now, he went to the hospital to visit his dad, and I was alone in the hotel. I really wanted some beer, but everything at the bar in the hotel was way too expensive so I decided I’d run to the supermarket and buy a case. I figured I’d be quick and everything would be fine, what was the chances I’d see anybody?
Apparently, there was a great chance, because who the fuck did I run into? My fucking parents! I was walking down the bread isle, and I bumped into this man’s cart and I apologized and the man turns around and it was my dad! He looked surprised for a split second and then his face got all hard and his eyes went squinty and he hissed at me, “What the fuck are you doing back here faggot? I thought you left for good when I kicked your queer as out.”
I was like a deer caught in headlights and all I could do was stare at him. I was so petrified. The last time I had seen my dad, he beat the living shit out of me and kicked me out of the house.
Then he shoved me and asked what my problem was, why I wasn’t talking. He kind of snarled and said, “I hope you don’t think you can come back home faggot, because I’m not your father anymore. I don’t have a son.”
I could feel the tears in my eyes but I refused to cry in front of him. So I backed up out of the aisle, I just wanted to get out of there, get as far away from him, from that story, from Ukiah as possible. But then I crashed into somebody and when I spun around, I saw it was my mom. And my instincts made me want to hug her and cry and have my mother make me feel better, but her face, like my dad’s went from that initial state fo shock to that one of disgust and hate.
She sneered at me and told me everything was better now that they’d gotten rid of me, and that I better not be looking to come back. That I was dirty and going to hell and Jesus was just starting to forgive them for my sins.
That’s when I really lost it and I just began sobbing and I ran out of the store like hell. I just ran and ran. I didn’t know where I was running to or how long I was running for, but eventually I found myself at the railroad tracks where I used to run away to when I was younger. Sometimes alone, sometimes with Davey. I would go out there to think, clear my head. I don’t know how long I was there for, but I just cried and cried there for what seemed like forever. I must have been there for a few hours, but by the time I finally headed back to the hotel, it was starting to get dark.
I really hope things went okay with Davey’s dad but I have the sick, terrible feeling they didn’t.