Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [155]
“Hey, Matt. Can you put me through to my wife?” I say.
“Where are you?” Matt asks me.
“If you don’t put me through to my wife right now I am going to hang up on you and never call back. I know you don’t want that, so put me through now.”
“Okay. Hold on,” Matt says, knowing that I would hang up on him in a second. Hell, this was the guy who was in the truck that ran me off the road not an hour earlier. He knows I am in no mood to mess around.
“Marc?” my wife says through the phone.
“Hey, baby. I’m sorry about all this. I tried to get a hold of you last night but you never came home.”
“What’s happening? Where are you? Security told me you called the police! What’s going on?” I can hear the concern in her voice.
“Well they lied! I never called the police and they know that. Someone called the police when Danny ran me off the road on my bike. They are lying to you. I never called anyone. The cops insisted on escorting me into town. I had to leave. They said I was going to go to the RPF. I knew that meant I would never see you again. I could not bear to have that happen. We would both be miserable forever. This is the best thing. I am going to disappear and I will always love you no matter what. I just cannot deal with the torture of not being able to be with you ever again and have that constant reminder always around me. I need to start over in another place far away from you.
“You and I both know that I have crossed the line and we will never be together ever again. I really wanted to see you for one last time last night, but you never came home and I knew that I would never have another chance to blow so I had to do it. I really do love you and I have thought about this long and hard and did not think that you would come with me anyway, as you would have to leave your whole family behind. I knew you would never do that.”
“Marc, we can handle this. You don’t have to leave.” She was pleading.
“I love you always forever Claire.” I hung up the phone.
I get back in the truck and start driving to LA. I cry the whole way there. I don’t think I have ever cried as long as I did that day. Two hours straight. Between the crying and talking to myself, I was a wreck. I have just left my wife after thirteen years of marriage. She is the only reason I had stayed there on a number of occasions. If I had not married her, I figure that I would have left at least 4 or 5 times earlier when things got rough. She was awesome. No matter how many times I had gotten in trouble, she always stood by me and supported me. She is one of those people who is liked by everyone. I did not know one person who did not like my wife. Even people who hated me still liked her, even though she was married to me. I think about all this and cry some more. She is the best thing that ever happened to me and now she is gone forever.
I get to Sherman Oaks and call my dad back. He gives me the address of the girl he knows. She lives right off Ventura Blvd, close to where I had stopped. Her name is Stephanie Blake. She is evidently a high school friend of my dad’s current wife. I take a few minutes to get myself together. I have been crying so long my face is wet with tears, my eyes are red and I look like I have just been beaten.
I drive a few blocks to the address I got from