Texts to Texas
Yazar
Natalie K
Okur
155K
Bölüm
31
Reminiscing
SOPHIE
I’m running, I’m out of breath, but I know I can’t stop. He’s so close I can hear as the dry twigs snap beneath his heavy feet. I must keep going, breathless or not.
I can’t let him win. Suddenly I stumble, and the dry, cracked ground grazes my knees as I slide along like I’m auditioning for a hip-hop dance.
“Ow,” I yell.
Then he stops to a halt. “Tag, you’re it!” He beams as he tags my shoulder and runs off into the trees.
I always remember this, but I can never remember who the kid I’m playing with is. I remember we were inseparable and how happy I felt when I was around him, but his darn name never comes. It’s like there’s a mental block.
“Mum, remember that boy I was best friends with in Texas?” I look around.
She’s uninterested as she sits on her phone scrolling Tinder.
“MUM,” I yell.
She lifts her pretty face slightly, but her eyes remain on her phone. “Come, tell me what you think of this guy,” she says, ignoring my last question.
“What’s the point? He’ll be a jerk anyway.”
“Sophie, not all men are jerks. You need to get over your daddy issues and find yourself a nice boy.”
I shake my head. “Mum, your track record is enough to put anyone off men. I mean, look where love got us. Stranded in freezing, gloomy England.”
“Hey, Jeremy was nice. He gave you a good life here and still checks in on you.”
“I would much rather you just stayed in Texas and met a local man like a normal woman, but no, you had to be all crazy and choose one thousands of miles away, uproot me from school, and move us here. All on a whim.”
Her eyes finally leave the phone screen as she sucks her bottom lip in and shakes her head. “You’re never going to forgive me, are you?” She awaits my response with anticipation.
“No, Mum, I don’t think I will. I can’t help thinking what would have been. I never had friends here. I always felt odd. The only person I ever remember connecting with was that boy back in Texas, and you can’t even remember his name.”
She stands from the sofa and slides her fluffy slippers along the wooden floor. “He was your best friend apparently. Why can’t you remember his goddamn name?”
My eyes trail her. “I was eight. It was seventeen years ago,” I yell after her.
As she leaves the room, she shouts back, “Well, go track him down if he’s that important to you.”
The old lady has given me an idea. I guess it wouldn’t be impossible to find him with today’s technology. He didn’t live in the same town as me.
I have a vague memory of him visiting his aunt a lot, and for a short time, he lived with her. I’m sure that would narrow it down. Not many kids lived with their aunts in the small town.
I go to bed that night feeling hopeful. It sounds crazy, and I know if I did ever speak to him again, he would be a completely different person now. He wouldn’t be that seven-year-old kid I used to squeal with, or the boy who gave the best hugs that I always felt so safe with.
I have thought about him for seventeen years, but I still see him as that boy, never a man. He might not even be alive now for all I know, or he’s likely married and moved away. All the thoughts whizz around my head as I try to sleep.
“Sod it,” I say to myself as I push my quilt from over me. I pull open my laptop and start my search. I figure the first place to start is social media, Facebook and Instagram. I search for hours looking at the men who have the small town set as their location.
“It’s useless,” I say as my eyes glaze over and I slam my laptop shut. How will I ever find him when I have no clue what he even looks like?
I’m woken by Mum cackling in the kitchen. I take it she’s found a nice Tinder man to be romanced by. My mother is the original romantic, always searching for that one soul mate. Always thinks she’s found him until the novelty wears off and she can’t stand to be around him. Yep! Her relationships turn toxic pretty quick.
“Sophie,” Mum shouts. “I’m going out, so get your arse up.”
I slide out of bed and lean out of my bedroom door. “Where are you going this early?”
“I’m going for breakfast with Jim.”
“Jim who?”
“Jim, Jim. He’s a guy I’ve been talking to for a while.”
I roll my eyes back as I shut the door. I can’t take listening to her drone on about another idiot that will leave as fast as he arrives. “I’ll be at work until late,” I shout back as I climb back into bed.
My life is so mundane. I often think what else there is. This surely cannot be it. I wasn’t born to work and pay bills. I know I play a part in my dull life. I choose not to socialize with anyone.
I choose not to go out with the guys after work, and I choose to sit in the library alone, reading and fantasizing about places beyond home. I guess I just never felt like I fit in with anyone. I had friends, but they were always so different from me.
I kept myself on the outside, and eventually, they all moved on without me. Now my only link with the outside world is work. I work in the local cinema and try my best to get myself in the projector room during my shifts.
In there I can take my book and read with my feet up. Occasionally, I will watch the film if it’s anything decent.
I don’t start my shift until the afternoon today, so I decide to continue my search for my Texas boy. I still don’t know what I’m looking for, but I know I have to give it my best shot.
Wilmington, Texas is a small town, but I find a Facebook page. Luckily, they are big on rodeo there, so a lot of people visit and pass through for the shows. I read through the comments and find a couple of regular commenters.
If these guys are not him, they may know him. I hesitantly message a couple of them. It’s a needle in a haystack, but I’ve got to start somewhere. Plus, Mum was always saying people in the small towns get stuck there and live their life there, so hopefully, he’s not moved on.
It’s late when I finish work. I’m so tired I head straight up to my bedroom in my popcorn-stenched uniform and unattractive cap. I don’t hear my mum, but it’s not unusual for her to never return from breakfast, lunch, or dinner with these guys.
In the past, she’s been gone for days. Yeah, I stopped calling the police after the second time that happened.
After my shower, I open my laptop, and to my surprise, I have a message.
I open it before I can talk myself out of it. It’s from a guy named Liam from Wilmington. He says he has lived there for most of his life and is happy to answer any questions I might have.
I smile as I reread his response. He’s a good-looking guy with short dark hair and a tanned muscular body. It’s hard not to fantasize about him being my mystery boy.
