Page 108 of Happy Hour

Now I needed to go find that support group for pit lizards who got their heart broken because this pit lizard, currently crying her eyes out on a plane back to Washington, had her heart broken.

I didn’t care that the entire plane was staring at me like I’d lost my mind because really, I could give a flying fuck what they thought.

When the passengers next to me started putting in their headphones, I really wanted to stand up and shout something completely inappropriate like, “Jesus Christ, I have crabs, give a girl and break!” but I didn’t.

Instead, I sat there and sobbed my broken pit lizard heart out, occasionally blowing my nose really hard and asking the woman next to me to hold my snotty tissues.

That’s what she deserved for putting headphones on and acting like I didn’t exist.

Once I arrived back at the Sea-Tac Airport, I was walking to get my bags when I passed by a sports bar with highlights of today’s NASCAR race.

Naturally, I stopped, broken hearted or not, I just want a glimpse of him.

I caught the last half of the highlights. “While Bobby Cole went on to win the race, his hotheaded teammate “Rowdy Riley”, didn’t fare so well in the race or the hit he took in the race for the championship. Fox Sports tried to catch up with Jameson after the race, a representative for the team said he declined any interviews.”

They cut to a view of his hauler. “It appears this hotheaded rookie took his frustrations with today’s DNF rather hard and out on his team’s equipment. It was reported that Jameson destroyed the teams hauler not more than fifteen minutes after this afternoons race when he wrecked in turn two, causing some thirty thousand dollars damage in equipment.”

Knowing I was behind the temperament, I stopped listening after that. I also knew my heart was in about a million pieces right then but I couldn’t help but want to be there with him.

It had only been four hours since I last saw him and I was already tempted to fly back to him and tell him I’d be anything he wanted me to be as long as I was with him.

You’re pathetic Sway, absolutely fucking pathetic. Go find your support group.

Back in the state of constant rain, I hardly notice the steady rain with the steady stream of my own waterworks.

I found my truck quickly. After all, it was the only 1979 primer red Ford pickup in a lot full of Lexus and Mercedes. My poor little red dragon had been sitting here for three weeks. I was actually surprised she even started.

I turned on the radio, hoping music would relax me but it didn’t, because the first thing that came on was once again ESPN news. What was even more surprising and had me moments away from calling Jimi was their breaking news.

“This just in, after Jameson Riley reportedly destroyed his team hauler and personal motor coach in a fit of anger after this afternoon’s race, he didn’t stop at that. He was apparently arrested prior to getting on his private jet in California to return to his home town of Elma Washington.”

Say what?

“The charges haven’t been released but it’s rumored his was arrested for suspicion of sexual assault against a young woman, Chelsea Adams, former high school sweetheart of his.”

Immediately I called Emma, who answered on the first ring, more than likely waiting for my call.

“What the fuck happened since I left?” I shouted before she even had a chance to finish her greeting.

“Sway?”

“Yes it’s Sway.” I wasted no time throwing out the questions. “What happened? Why was he arrested?”

“He was arrested.” She stated in a soft voice, sounding frightened.

“For fucks sake Emma, Iknowhe was arrested.” I shouted. “What’s the matter, what happened?”

Emma was quiet for a moment. “We don’t know what happened.” She sighed. “Chelsea and Jameson left the track together. None of us saw him for about three hours. When Ethan dropped him off at the jet, the police showed up and said he was under arrest for sexual assault. Jameson didn’t say anything to us but by the look on his face, I’m not sure what he did. I’ve never seen him like that, he wasn’t Jameson.”

“Emma?”

“Yeah?”

“Was he coming to Elma?’

“Yes.”

11.Marbles–Jameson

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