Hurricane

I knew the hurricane would be exactly like the last major storm we endured, mainly because of how my father was acting.  He was pretending like nothing was wrong, was avoiding the news and questioned me on why all the neighbors were leaving.  Nothing I could say would change his mind.  Instead, I packed my own bags in secret and pulled out my stash of cash I had been hoarding.  Once my father was asleep, I would sneak out to my neighbor’s house and catch a ride.  No way was I going to risk my life during a major hurricane because my father was too stubborn to leave.  I didn’t want to leave him alone, but…  I had too many plans for my future.  Too many things I wanted to do to sit around the house waiting for the storm of the century.   

I knew there would be a problem five steps out the door.  Every single car was gone off the street.  Those who had promised a ride out of town were gone.  The only choice I had was to take my father’s car.  Which would render him completely helpless when the hurricane made landfall.  But if it was my future and life versus his life, I had to choose my own.  That was until I discovered his keys were in his pants pocket.  And he was just waking up from his drunken stupor.