Chapter 55
I look at the motel room and wonder if it was because I insisted to be put in this room and not at a better hotel that this is happening to me. He hasn’t changed much. He is still a kid.
“Timothy…” I say. “Why? What happened to you? I came to look for you after you left…”
He shrugs and pulls up his shoulders. “I don’t know. It just felt like you didn’t want me. That’s all.”
“Oh Timothy… So many things happened…” I sigh and reach for the glass of whiskey standing in front of me. I rarely drink, but sometimes it feels like you have no other choice.
“Don’t pretend that you didn’t just use me for sex and then tossed me aside. I wasn’t born yesterday. You did exactly what everyone else before and after you did,” Timothy says as he takes out a packet of cigarettes and lights one.
“Can you please not do that in here?” I ask, pointing to the cigarette.
“Why?” Timothy asks.