It has been just over six months now since Chris walked out. I would like to say it has been for the best and that we had worked things out. But that would be a lie.
Chris moved back to Florida, for a while he had moved back in with his mom, but then he found a new girlfriend then moved out with her. Roxy, his ex-girlfriend, moved out of the apartment two weeks after Chris had left. I see her now and then. She still works at the rock place we had all went out to for dinner the night before he left.
It seems like only yesterday we were all together in this apartment. But that’s how memories are right?
We can remember things that happened years ago, just as vivid and just as intense as if they happened just moments ago.
I blame myself a lot for Chris leaving. If I hadn’t talked to him about setting himself straight, maybe he would have stayed and maybe our friendship wouldn’t have fallen apart. But that’s a lot of maybe’s.
Now I have to deal with the present.
My job at the firm is a lot better. So much in fact that I can afford to move out. I could finally afford a better apartment for myself. I know there are a few things I must do before I leave, though. One of which is to return some of Roxy’s things.
When she left, she forgot a lot of stuff. Some of which was Chris’s, but I could ship those down to him.
I could just leave a note at her workplace to come by and pick them up. I know she still has the key; she comes by when she knows I am not home. She usually picks up any mail that hasn’t been forwarded to her new address.
But that’s about it.
No, it is better to do something like this in person. Leaving a note would probably be as bad as Chris leaving her, with just a note for a goodbye.
I picked up the large bag holding the two boxes in it and walked out the door. It was not that long of a walk to her workplace. She should be working. It’s Friday night.
Slowly I walked down the streets of New York thinking of things I could say, trying to play out the conversation in my head. Before I knew it, I was outside of her workplace. Taking a big sigh and shaking my head of any negative thoughts of how this would go down.
I walked inside, as usual, the girl by the door took my coat and pointed me to a chair or sofa that wasn’t taken. I pointed to a chair and table by the window then walked towards it. I scanned the area, no sign of her yet. I saw the band making their final test of their equipment.
Hearing local rock talent is quite amusing, you can see their fears, their thoughts and hopes in their eyes.
I saw her coming out of the kitchen area. She had not spotted me yet maybe I could get out before she noticed me. I pushed that thought out of my head and stayed where I was.
She looked my way, and for a second she had the deer in headlights look. I feared for a second that she would go back into the kitchen and have someone else wait on me. But then she began to walk towards me.
“Hey,” I said as she sat in the chair opposite me.
“Hey,” Roxy replied.
Her long red hair was still as radiant as the first day I saw her. Her eyes not as bright, she was not smiling.
“I came to drop off a few things that you had left,” I said, breaking the silence.
I pushed the bag over to her, to which she took a glance inside and smiled.
“Oh thanks, I meant to come by and get them but…” she paused, not knowing what to say.
“Yeah I know,” I nodded. “But I didn’t want to just leave them behind,” I began to say before I realized what I was saying.
“You’re moving?” Roxy asked with a stunned look on her face.
“Yeah, I’m getting a bigger place closer to my job. It’s in Manhattan,” I said, trying not to sound like a total asshole.
“Ah making that big money now huh?” Roxy said with a smile.
“You can say that,” I replied.
We both looked at the band as they introduced themselves to the crowd.
“Well I wish you luck,” Roxy said as she began to stand.
“Hope we can stay in touch,” I said.
But I knew just like everyone knows. No one really stays in touch. Slowly the communication slows then it just stops.
“Yeah of course,” Roxy said with a smile and her head cocked to the side.
She began to turn away.
“Wait,” I said, shaking my head.
She looked back.
“Not like this okay?” I said, pointing to the chair.
She takes a sigh then sits back down.
“Not going to do this again. I have done it way too many times,” I said, shaking my head.
“I know so have I,” she said, sitting back crossing her arms under her massive chest.
Her black shirt did nothing to hide them.
We sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity.
“I am not keeping you from working am I?” I asked, finally.
“No I just clocked out. I am just waiting on Charlie, to get off so he can drive me home,” Roxy said, pointing to the guy working the soundboard by the stage.
“Ah. I Thought you lived a few blocks from here?” I asked, knowing the answer already.
She did live just a few blocks away. But it was in a bad neighbourhood. It wasn’t the worst but not the type you wanted to be walking around alone, especially after dark.
“Yeah,” Roxy hesitated. “You want to walk with me?” she asked.
I was surprised. It wasn’t what I expected.
“Sure,” I said.
I had grown accustomed to the streets of New York.
I always thought of it like this; every state has its natural disasters. Florida had its Hurricanes, California had earthquakes, and New York had its high crime. Once you thought of it like that, it was almost comforting.
We began to walk out after a while; the conversation picked up. Roxy told me about living with her roommate, who she hated, but the rent was cheap.
She stated the reason she didn’t like the roommate was because, in Roxy’s mind, the roommate was almost like a low budget prostitute always having different guys every night. These guys would also buy the roommate stuff that she wanted.
I talked about my job. I also told her there was talk of me being promoted again.
I had already seen the two men approaching us from behind and knew that one of them had a gun. But I had not made any sign to her.
She gave me a slight nudge letting me know she had acknowledged them as well.
We kept talking as I rounded the upcoming corner. I turned around very sharply as they came about. I quickly turned.
“Hi!” I said, grabbing the one closest to me.
I shoved him into the wall. The other pulled out the gun.
“Your friend here, should talk a bit quieter,” I launched myself at him shoving the gun out of his hand. “It’s not loaded,” I said to him.
“But this is,” the other one had quickly grabbed Roxy holding a knife to her.
But she grabbed his wrist. She twisted it hard. Just like most women in violent cities, she had taken self-defence classes.
He let the knife go, then they both ran away.
I stood there shaking; my heart was beating a mile a minute. Roxy did not look any better.
Kicking the gun down a sewer, I grabbed her hand then ran for it.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that!” I said as we reached a bar that was still open.
She nodded and walked inside. We sat down in one of the corners. I could see she was visibly shaken. It had become an instinct.
Every time I had been mugged, I always fought it. I had gotten stabbed once and shot at twice. But I still did it.
“Chris told me about the first time,” she said.
I attempted a half-smile.
“I shouldn’t have done that with you present. It was stupid.” I shook my head.
The waitress came by. We ordered two drinks mainly to take the edge off.
“That was my first,” Roxy said, still shaking.
“He told you about our first then?” I asked.
She nodded.
I still remembered it as if it happened recently.
Chris and I had been in New York no more than a week before we were mugged at gunpoint. We gave up all our money and whatever else we had of value on us.
I never forgot that feeling of being helpless and lost after it had happened. I swore that night I would rather be dead than feel like that again.
I looked up at her.
“Yeah it still bugs me to this day,” I said.
She nodded.
“I understand,” Roxy said with a smile. “Next time give me a heads up?”
We both laughed.
The drinks came, and we both began to relax a little.
“So how is he doing?” Roxy asked, putting her beer down.
I knew this was coming.
“Good,” I said, trying not to answer fully. “Moved out of his mom’s,” I added nodding my head.
“Found a girl then, huh?” she asked.
She knew Chris very well. He would never live on his own.
I just looked up at her.
“Take that as a yes,” Roxy half-smiled. “Good for him,” she said, looking up at one of the many TV’s that were showing sports.
“Well let’s get you home,” I said, taking out my phone.
I called the local police station.
“Hi. I just heard some shots fired down the block, and heard screeching tires,” I said.
Roxy smiled as I was putting on a different voice. I was trying my best to sound like Chris, who had always done this when he wanted to go somewhere. I gave the address for a random street corner.
They never actually looked into it. They would just send a patrol car around the block. If they spotted something worth investigating, then more would show up.
We sat talking about other things that came up, particular her not getting enough hours at work to pay her half of the rent. She also told a guy she went on a date with that stood her up after finding out that she didn’t give blow jobs. It was one of her things. I never asked why or cared.
Soon we saw the patrol car make its way past the bar.
“That’s our que,” Roxy said as we hurried out the door.
As if most of the people in the bar heard us, a lot of people left the money on the table and hurried out the door. Any thieves or muggers for at least four blocks would have seen the car and cleared out for at least a half-hour or more.
“We can’t get to my place, without going back,” Roxy said, looking back the way we came.
Chances were the two had seen where we were heading and were waiting for payback with friends.
“My place?” I asked.
She nodded.
We hurriedly walked the other way towards my place, which was a long walk but much safer.
As we got close to the door, she reached into her pocket and took out the keys.
“Instinct,” Roxy said, smiling as she opened the door.
Walking in, she saw most of the boxes lining the floor.
“Sorry for the mess,” I said as she stepped over boxes.
“You said you were moving.” Roxy shrugged as she went into the kitchen. Her phone rang.
“Yeah I am okay.” She turned away from me as she headed upstairs. “Staying at a friends house until the morning,” I heard her say before the door closed.
It felt good having her here. I turned the kitchen light off then went into my room. I heard her walking around. Then the shower turned on shortly after there was a knock on my bedroom door.
“Its open,” I said.
She opened it, turning on the light. I sat up in bed.
“What’s up?” I asked.
She was standing in the doorway. With one of my long shirts on, it seemed like she had nothing under that.
“In the morning is it alright if Charlie picks me up?” she asked. “It will be early and I don’t want to wake you,” she said.
“Of course, I usually wake up early anyway,” I said, trying not to think of what was under that shirt.
“Thanks,” she said as she closed the door.
I could lie and say I didn’t think about her for the rest of the night, but I won’t. Truth is I did not sleep much. Knowing she was alone and only a few feet away, made me think of a lot of things.
When I heard the front door close, I knew she was gone, and it was only then I got some sleep. Not a lot, though.
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