My Trailer: A Narrative Fiction

Jamie’s black truck pulled outside my trailer. The roar of the pipes blocked out the sound of the water that poured from the gutter. The storm was over, but it had been one of the strong ones that made people talk about the tornado. Five years ago one hit so strong that three gas stations and twelve houses were destroyed. The middle school was thrown into the sewage treatment plants fence. All the damaged buildings were rebuilt, nothing ever leaves Carson. “Lily, are you ready to go? I ain’t waitin’ on you all day.” Jamie yelled and slammed his car door. His voice carried through the walls like he was beside me. “One minute.” “Damnit, Lily, I want to get to the party before all the beer is gone.” My screen door banged against the frame. …show more content…
It isn’t going anywhere.” “Not the point, sugar. Why do you have makeup on? Ain’t no one for you to look good for but me.” His hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in days. He was wearing the black cut off he wore every Saturday night, his lucky drinking shirt. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, I could smell the beer that was never washed out of his shirt. I remembered the first time I met him. We met at one of his parties two years before when I was a sophomore. I was there for over an hour before Jamie made his way to where I sat by the fire. Tabby had disappeared with her boyfriend, Kasi was passed out on the hood of her car, and Gretchen stumbled out of the woods with Greg. Her jeans weren’t on her body. The fire was dying and the temperature had dropped. It was the darkest part of the night and the clouds blocked out the mood. The wind cut through the thin fabric of my …show more content…
Jamie made his way to the keg. I followed Ryan. His white truck glowed in the dark. He sat on the tailgate and patted the spot beside him. He smelled like fresh laundry, not the musk that Jamie had worn since he became a car salesman. The lightening bugs were all around us. One landed on his hand and glowed. I thought about the last time we had been in the bed of his truck. He graduated high school two years before and moved to the beach to go to school. I threw him a going away party the day before he left. Jamie and I had only been dating a month at the time. The party lasted long into the night, but in the end Ryan and I were the only people awake. Gretchen was asleep in a tent in the woods. Jamie was passed out in his truck. Ryan and I sat on the tailgate of Ryan’s trucks and watched the sun rise. “I’ll be with you in two years,” I said. “We’ll have the best time, Lil. It’ll be so great to be away. I’m going to miss you.” I laid back in the bed of the truck and closed my eyes. The sun rose behind the trees and started to light the sky. The truck moved with Ryan’s weight. He ran his hand across the exposed part of my stomach. He kissed me and I kissed him back. He moved on top of me and pulled my shirt over my head. I struggled to unbutton his pants and he pulled them