Candy Paint--a Willy's Wonderland FanFic

Chapter 5

This chapter is much shorter than the previous ones...hope 'yall dont mind :)

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Screaming loudly, I cried in my hands. This day just keeps getting better and better. If there ever was a time to disappear from Hayesville, now was it. Pacing back and forth, I listened for any sign of oncoming cars who could stop and give me a lift. After about ten minutes of nothing, I began to panic even more. Calling Dad was a last minute option, and there was only one person in Hayesville who could fix cars. Jed Love. I hoped he'd be willing to cut me some sort of deal, as I was out of money. Hands trembling, I held my phone to my ear. It rang a few times as I leaned against the side of the Mustang.

"This is Jed," a familiar voice spoke.

"Jed, this is Vic," I spoke, trying to lighten my voice.

"Vic! Weren't 'yall just in here the other day?" He asked.

"Um, yeah, about that," I laughed, still trying to calm myself down.

"Hey I think I see you," Jed started. He paused. I could hear his tow truck in the distance. "Dammit Vic, that was you?"

"Yeah," was all I managed to reply. Jed hung up the phone as I saw his truck approaching me. I moved to the far side of the car as he pulled in front. Exiting from his tall truck, he greeted me.

"It's been a hot minute," He laughed. I tried to force a laugh back. "Now let's see what we've got here,"

"I didn't see the spikes on the side of the road," I breathed, folding my arms.

"Yeah, she must've left 'em out accidentally," Jed replied, writing something down in a notebook. I knew Sheriff Lund well enough to know those weren't left there by accident.

"How much is this gonna cost?" I asked, feeling a painful lump in my throat.

"Let's get it back to the shop so we can do a full diagnostic," Jeb replied.

"I don't need a full-"

Before I could say anymore, Jed was pulling the Mustang into neutral and towing it onto the platform. "I don't have the money-"

"Don't worry about the cost, I'll do my best to cut you a deal,"

I was silent. I can't remember the last time Dad or I took the Mustang for a diagnostic. "Now hop in," Jed motioned for the passenger door. I did as I was told, hauling myself into the musty fabric seat. I had never been in Jed's truck, nor had I ever expected I would. Jed pulled forward, the diesel engine humming loudly. I stared out the window, trying to calm my nerves.

"So, Vic, what are your plans for school?" Jed asked. I didn't look at him.

"I'm going out of state,"

"Any colleges in mind?"

"No, I just want to get out of here,"

"Why? Hayesville has been your home your entire life,"

"Exactly,"

Jed was silent for a moment, before breaking off into a story.

"I remember when I was trying to find the right college for me too. I must've looked all over the state,"

I began to drown out his story with my own thoughts. The anxiety of not having a job plus my newfound car situation was taking its toll on me. Breathing heavily, I kept trying to redirect my thoughts. Those tire spikes weren't there the last time I left town. I would have noticed them. There wasn't a whole ton of traffic that went through Hayesville, and those who did...