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495 to Baltimore

Posted on | October 10, 2008 |

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Part One- Ryan
A man stands in a gray room, only with a table and a Styrofoam cup view. There is an unseen person.

Kitty. Where do I begin? It was a year ago when I moved to town, out of luck, out of work. I hoped by living near New York City; I could live the life of a writer. It didn’t happen that way. I came to town on Friday and met Kitty on Saturday.

After spending the ay working my ass off for a minimum wage temp job, I found solace in a shabby little café, the Starlight. It was poetry night. I needed to connect with someone who understood my strife and my love for words. Kids mostly adorned the worn our furniture, waiting for their turn to expel their hormonal angst. Of course, I was like them once.

There she was making coffee drinks. Her black hair sat loosely on top of her head. She had a white shirt on. When she looked at me and our eyes locked, I know its cliche but I had to talk to her. It was my turn and she smiled. I lost all my nerve to speak, let alone order coffee. Her long, delicate fingers grazed my mine and I don’t know what I felt.

That night changed my life forever. During the day, I worked but the nights belonged to Kitty at Starlight.

Two weeks passed and one night she took off her apron and joined me at the table. I don’t remember what we talked about that night. I guess it doesn’t matter.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her, the more I got to know her. Sometime in December after the first snowfall, she asked me to walk with her. I drove us to where she wanted to go and we got out. Kitty laced her fingers in mine and we walked up an untouched path through laced evergreens. At the top we sat on a large boulder. I put my arm around her and drew her lips to mine. My entire body exploded. I wanted her but I didn’t know if Kitty wanted to.  That kiss devoted my heart to her. I truly loved her.

Our relationship intensified. On Valentine’s day I gave her roses and she made me a card with three words, “I love you.”

Call it what you will but it was loving not some sexual perversion. I didn’t ask her age; it was in fact unimportant. We balanced one another. Kitty gave me hope when I was down. She loved me when I was needy. The more time we spent together, the more enamored I became.

Sits down.

A few months ago, Kitty started having problems. She didn’t go into detail. I did know some friend gave her grief because of us and her parents gave her a bag of shit about this and that. Suddenly, she talked about moving to Baltimore and how she loved boats and the bay. I loved Kitty and I would go to the ends of the earth for her. Then she asked if I would ever marry someone like her.

Sure, I thought about sex every minute we touched. I couldn’t help myself; it’s only human nature. The last thing I wanted to do is drive Kitty away. She was the only thing I had in this world to keep me sane. Kitty was my Prozac.

One night, after our date ended because of rain. I drove her back to her car. I walked her to the car and kissed her, letting the rain wash over us. She got in the car but it wouldn’t start. She asked me to take her home. On the way to her house, the fog circled around the headlights. She grabbed my hand and said, “take 495 to Baltimore.”

By morning we were there and checked into a hotel. We made love for the first time.
I know it’s hard to believe but I truly love Kitty in every way that counts. Please, this all a misunderstanding. I know there are pervs who say the same thing but I am being honest here. Ask her. Ask Kitty.

Lights fade

Part 2- Kitty

A courtroom, Kitty is standing before a judge

Why does everyone blame everything on Ryan? Okay, he stared at me the first night we met but to tell you the truth your honor, a lot of guys stare at me.

When I first saw him at the Starlight, I just knew there was something different about him. He made me nervous. I lost my voice. Do you believe in love at first sight? I don’t but that night changed my life forever.

I was lonely and he was lonely and we were both lost. Sure, I had Cassie but she spent more time conning me than anything. When we finally talked, I knew I found my soul mate. He  was fascinating but depressed at the same time. I knew he was older but he didn’t seem like it. It just seemed we reached a sustainable peace within ourselves when we were together. Ryan remained a gentleman. I wanted to make love to him so many times but I was afraid I’d ruin our special love.

Do you think he was the first? No, he wasn’t. There were many before him but I loved Ryan. I finally knew about the love they talk about in movies.

Our hearts grew together. I stopped associating with Cassie. She knew he was 30 and that we loved each other. I couldn’t stand the hours we spent apart. The more Cassie hassled me and spread rumors about me the more I ran to Ryan. My parents didn’t help either. They are in the middle of a divorce and they always fought with one another and me.

We had a date and we went to our special spot, where we first kissed. We went there a lot just to be in each other’s arms and watch the stars. The rain started falling.

He drove me back to my car and under the rain we shared innocent love. My car wouldn’t start and I asked him to take me home. I had enough of everything. I wanted to go away with Ryan by my side. All I needed was him.

I told him to go to Baltimore. After we got there, we made love only because I initiated it.
Your honor, Ryan is only guilty of one thing and that is loving me. I am asking, no begging for you to grant me emancipation from my parents. And please drop the charges against Ryan. Let us be together as a whole unit. I am 17 with nine more months to go as a minor and for what, my parents to squabble over me. I am more of an adult than they are.

And Ryan his life is ruined and it is not his fault whom he loves. Help us, your honor. In this world where more hearts are broken then mended there is a chance for real love to flourish if you allow it. Please your honor, let me be loved once again.

Lights fade

Thanks to A Thousand Words!!!

Category: drama-monlogues and plays

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