not actually on fire, but smoke continues to pour out from under the hood. I plop down in my driver’s seat as I call Savannah once more. This time when she doesn’t answer, I leave her a not so nice voicemail to call me back as soon as she gets my message.
I hang up and lean my head back against my headrest and let out a frustrated breath. This cannot be happening. I can’t be late. I’m a great employee. I arrive early. What in the hell have I done for karma to hate me so much these last two weeks? The thought of how hateful I have been and Case pops into my mind, but I quickly squash it.
I lift my head from the headrest and look down at my phone in my lap. I can call Mr. Binsen. Duncan said he wasn’t at work yet. I could have him swing by and pick me up. I dial his number, but his voicemail picks up after the second ring.
“Doesn’t anyone answer their fucking phones?” I yell into my car. Geez, it’s as if nothing can go my way.
I’m about to call Savannah again when something in my cup holder catches my attention. A black business card scripted with bright blue writing. Seven Deadly Sins. Once my shift was over last night, I had just thrown it in my car. I meant to take it inside last night and throw it away, but I forgot about it.
I pick it up and run my finger over the number at the bottom of the card. Could I call him? Should I call him? No! Absolutely not! After all, this is the guy who I thought broke into our house, right? But he did help us out by replacing some of the stuff we had stolen. I roll my eyes. He only did that to make you think he was innocent. This is also the guy who threatened you just a week ago. And the guy who showed up at your work yesterday offering you a job you would never take. What is his angle?
I throw the card down on the passenger seat and pick up my phone. I dial Savannah’s number one last time. Ring … ring … ring … ring … Hello, you’ve reached Savannah. Leave me a message … I hang up with a shout of frustration.
I eye his card once more, and my mind fills with desperation. What other choice do I have? I don’t, really. I mean would he really hurt me? He said yesterday that he wouldn’t do anything to me because I haven’t made a move. I haven’t called the cops, so I’m really no threat to him at the moment. I’ve called everyone I know who could help me. My friends from school are either back home with their parents for the summer or away on vacation. I have no other option. And if he’s willing to help us out with what we had stolen, then maybe he would help me out since I’m in a bind …
“Fuck it!” I snatch the black card out of the passenger seat and dial the number before I change my mind, but not before I dial #67. If he doesn’t even answer like everyone else, then I sure as hell don’t want him to call me back in an hour or two.
I tap my foot against the floorboard as I hear the first ring. “Case.” I freeze when his deep voice comes across the line. Shit! It only rang once; I wasn’t expecting him to answer at all. “Hello?” His voice sounds rough from sleep.
Double shit! What do I say? My heart pounds in my chest. This was a bad idea. Very, very bad … “Hello?” he snaps, losing his patience.
“Hi.” I cringe as the octave of my voice is three times higher than normal. Why did you call this man? You hate him! But I need to get to work. And if he is as bad as I think he is, I need to get on his good side. This could help me get there. Right?
“Who is this?” he demands, still sounding irritated. Great. I’ve pissed off a man who has already threatened me once. I’ve lost my mind.
“Hello, Case.” I roll my eyes at how breathless I sounded that time. Clearing my throat, I try again. “This is Taylor …”
“Taylor?” His voice has lost its edge. “Something wrong?” he asks quickly.
I actually laugh at how sincere that sounded. “No.” Just losing my mind, it seems. “Well, yeah,” I say as I
I hang up and lean my head back against my headrest and let out a frustrated breath. This cannot be happening. I can’t be late. I’m a great employee. I arrive early. What in the hell have I done for karma to hate me so much these last two weeks? The thought of how hateful I have been and Case pops into my mind, but I quickly squash it.
I lift my head from the headrest and look down at my phone in my lap. I can call Mr. Binsen. Duncan said he wasn’t at work yet. I could have him swing by and pick me up. I dial his number, but his voicemail picks up after the second ring.
“Doesn’t anyone answer their fucking phones?” I yell into my car. Geez, it’s as if nothing can go my way.
I’m about to call Savannah again when something in my cup holder catches my attention. A black business card scripted with bright blue writing. Seven Deadly Sins. Once my shift was over last night, I had just thrown it in my car. I meant to take it inside last night and throw it away, but I forgot about it.
I pick it up and run my finger over the number at the bottom of the card. Could I call him? Should I call him? No! Absolutely not! After all, this is the guy who I thought broke into our house, right? But he did help us out by replacing some of the stuff we had stolen. I roll my eyes. He only did that to make you think he was innocent. This is also the guy who threatened you just a week ago. And the guy who showed up at your work yesterday offering you a job you would never take. What is his angle?
I throw the card down on the passenger seat and pick up my phone. I dial Savannah’s number one last time. Ring … ring … ring … ring … Hello, you’ve reached Savannah. Leave me a message … I hang up with a shout of frustration.
I eye his card once more, and my mind fills with desperation. What other choice do I have? I don’t, really. I mean would he really hurt me? He said yesterday that he wouldn’t do anything to me because I haven’t made a move. I haven’t called the cops, so I’m really no threat to him at the moment. I’ve called everyone I know who could help me. My friends from school are either back home with their parents for the summer or away on vacation. I have no other option. And if he’s willing to help us out with what we had stolen, then maybe he would help me out since I’m in a bind …
“Fuck it!” I snatch the black card out of the passenger seat and dial the number before I change my mind, but not before I dial #67. If he doesn’t even answer like everyone else, then I sure as hell don’t want him to call me back in an hour or two.
I tap my foot against the floorboard as I hear the first ring. “Case.” I freeze when his deep voice comes across the line. Shit! It only rang once; I wasn’t expecting him to answer at all. “Hello?” His voice sounds rough from sleep.
Double shit! What do I say? My heart pounds in my chest. This was a bad idea. Very, very bad … “Hello?” he snaps, losing his patience.
“Hi.” I cringe as the octave of my voice is three times higher than normal. Why did you call this man? You hate him! But I need to get to work. And if he is as bad as I think he is, I need to get on his good side. This could help me get there. Right?
“Who is this?” he demands, still sounding irritated. Great. I’ve pissed off a man who has already threatened me once. I’ve lost my mind.
“Hello, Case.” I roll my eyes at how breathless I sounded that time. Clearing my throat, I try again. “This is Taylor …”
“Taylor?” His voice has lost its edge. “Something wrong?” he asks quickly.
I actually laugh at how sincere that sounded. “No.” Just losing my mind, it seems. “Well, yeah,” I say as I
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