I wrote something!!!

It's been months and months and months since I wrote something and it felt good to do it. Excuse the profanity.

E and I were on the highway for about half an hour. The seal in my backseat was still broken, so it sounded as if the door wasn't closed, even though it was. The faster I went, the louder the sound of the wind was. The whistling of it irritated the hell out of me, but I needed to get away from the asshole truck driver behind me. The sun was beating down on my thighs, but of course my AC was broken. I mean, why wouldn't it be? Every time I tried to make myself a little more comfortable in my seat, the leather burned my skin, so I stayed my ass in the same nasty, sweaty spot I was in. When the truck driver behind me honked, I grabbed the window handle to roll the window down and stuck my finger outside. I was staring out of my rear view the entire time. He swerved in the next lane without even checking his mirrors and raced past me displaying the same gesture.

"Asshole. And you! Can you get your sweaty pigs off my fucking car?"
"I'm trying to stay comfortable!" E said. "It's blazing in here. Can you at least leave your window down?"
"No! It tangles my hair. Be comfortable with some socks on. I'll even take mine off for you."
"There's a reason I don't wear or own socks."
"Your philosophy of socks being feet jail is bogus, especially when your feet are STILL on my dash. Get them off or I'm turning around!"
"Bullshit you're turning around. Take the next exit then ride it 'til you see Elizabeth Hill Road."

We were on our way to the Lincoln Rocks right outside of Sumpter. I had never been to the Rocks, but E used to go there all the time when she was still heavy drinking. I'm really only going because I know it'll make her feel better. E's quit drinking, but her mom still won't even look at her.

"Right here. Make this right."

The road was a little curvy, but it wasn't long at all until we were watching the purple and orange sky. We sat at the rocks for maybe an hour or so just looking, not talking. I was thinking about Derek and how my mom barely comes home anymore. Who knows where she could be going for days at a time? She doesn't work and I don't think she has friends. I know for sure she has no family, except for her sister Debby, who hates her because my mom slept with her husband. That was when my mom first found out Derek was using. All my dad does is deal with problems the only way he knows how, sitting on the living room couch, watching Jeopardy. I used to think it was sad, but I'm used to it now. When he found out about Derek, he would just drink until the morning, but once he found out about my mom cheating on him, he just shut down completely.

"Do you ever miss Derek?" E asked me.
"I don't know. He hadn't really been around too much since we were kids. Why?"
"I don't know... I miss my mom."
"That's different, you know?" Derek killed himself in his cell a few months ago.
"I know, but still..."
"What are you gonna do about your mom?"
"I don't know... What about you?"
"I don't know."