Damn it, Damn it, Damn it!

I’m so close to broke, I can’t even stand it. I’m risking my life. I shouldn’t be driving so sleep deprived. I’m three quarters of the way there. Almost, Almost. I kept telling myself, over and over again. I drove on the highway, speeding, thoughts racing. Why, am I going this far for her? Why? What is because I love her, or because I want adventure? Is it because I care about this, or did I just want to get away from that damn beach house? There it is, the state line. Approximately 2 hours until destination is reached. My Tomtom GPS rang out. Great. Just great. Why did I even buy this thing anyway, just for this trip.
2 hours and 30 minutes later
I’m there. I ran into the hotel, asked if Ashley’s family was checked in.
They didn’t even register in the hotels records.
She wasn’t there at all. She lied to me.
As soon as I found out, I swore so loudly, I had to be dragging out of the place by distraught the secretary.
GOD DAMN IT !!