Winter break was in about a week and all of the tension
within our apartment had come to a head. Zach and I had gotten into an argument
and I had said something that I should have never said; I had called him—or
Carson, I am not sure—a faggot. How could I have done something like that? I
did not really think that of either of them, I only had said the first thing
that came to mind that I knew would do the most damage. I had been depending on
Zach for transportation since my minivan, which I affectionately called Big Blue,
has broken down the summer before. Because of our argument, Zach had told me
that I needed to find another ride home for winter break. He had crossed some
invisible line, and threatened me with not being able to see my family. How
could he have done something like that? He knew how important it was to me to
see them, how much stress I had been under lately, how much I needed a break. Old
Zach would have never pulled a stunt like that.
Now I could be stranded in Savannah over winter break.
Christmas is not that important to me anyways, for the most part, I cannot
stand the superficial nature of the whole celebration, but I wade through it
for one reason, to see my family. My Grandpa was diagnosed with lung cancer a
few months before and I had not seen him in a long time, making this trip home
for the break even more important to me. First, almost immediately after our
fight, I called my mum and told her that I might need her to come and get me. I
told her the basics of what had happened, not going into the details of Zach’s
sexual orientation. She told me that if it came to it, that either she or my
brother would come get me, but I needed to try to find a ride home first, even
if it meant apologizing to Zach and begging him to take me. I hated to inform
her, but that was never going to happen. I have always been excessively stubborn
and too prideful to do something like that. Nonetheless, I did look for another
ride home. My choices were somewhat limited though. After you singled out the
people I was well enough acquainted with to be comfortable to ask for a ride
home, I was left with a rather small pool.
