Destination: Texas
The second Ennis put down the phone he was shoving together a duffel bag and locking up. He'd call Junior once he was there, but this was important - he had to get on the road now. He had a long drive ahead of him and he couldn't afford to sleep. He drove and drove, nothing but a slowly breaking radiator and the soft crooning of Dolly Parton to ease his mind. And even that seemed to meld and mix, breaking into silence against his ears.
His worst fear had come true. The only.. those fuckers had beaten Rodeo for being queer, he knew that without having to hear it from the other man. That's why Jack didn't want him there. That's why...
But it was Ennis' fault this had happened. If he didn't love Jack so fierce nothing like this ever could of.. It didn't matter - he just put his boot to the floor and drove.
Ennis made it about 10 hours before he had to pull over. He hadn't eaten anything in at least a day but when he stumbled into the woods, suddenly he was emptying his stomach on the ground. Felt like everything he'd eaten inside of a year falling out. Collecting himself and striking up a cigarette, he somehow made it to a gas station and used the last of his cash to fill up the tank.
Five more hours of this and he could barely stand. Didn't need to stand to drive, he reminded himself, taking a long pull off that cigarette and throwing the old sonuvabitch into gear.
He slammed into the parking lot at Providence Memorial, shaking and yet completely numb as he swaggered and swayed his way through the front doors. He barely asked what room was Twist's.. barely even heard the answer, but he was on the elevator faster than he knew it. And then he was in the doorway, just like that, and there was Jack...
Whistling, he stepped up to the bed with slow, deliberate steps.
"You look like shit."
His worst fear had come true. The only.. those fuckers had beaten Rodeo for being queer, he knew that without having to hear it from the other man. That's why Jack didn't want him there. That's why...
But it was Ennis' fault this had happened. If he didn't love Jack so fierce nothing like this ever could of.. It didn't matter - he just put his boot to the floor and drove.
Ennis made it about 10 hours before he had to pull over. He hadn't eaten anything in at least a day but when he stumbled into the woods, suddenly he was emptying his stomach on the ground. Felt like everything he'd eaten inside of a year falling out. Collecting himself and striking up a cigarette, he somehow made it to a gas station and used the last of his cash to fill up the tank.
Five more hours of this and he could barely stand. Didn't need to stand to drive, he reminded himself, taking a long pull off that cigarette and throwing the old sonuvabitch into gear.
He slammed into the parking lot at Providence Memorial, shaking and yet completely numb as he swaggered and swayed his way through the front doors. He barely asked what room was Twist's.. barely even heard the answer, but he was on the elevator faster than he knew it. And then he was in the doorway, just like that, and there was Jack...
Whistling, he stepped up to the bed with slow, deliberate steps.
"You look like shit."