The Hard Knock Life

Part 18

Wake up....Abigail, wake up.

After a moment of confusion, I realized the annoying voice wasn't coming from my dream. I cracked open an eye and saw that it was August and he had been shaking me too. I groaned and pulled the ever so comfortable blanket over my head.

"Abby come on." He whispered.

"What time is it?" I groaned, not caring about whispering.

"It's one forty."

"One forty in the morning. I'm trying to sleep, August. The baby and I need to rest." I mumbled.

"I know, but I forgot to tell you something."

I ripped the blanket off of my head and glared at him. "There are 365 days in a year. Pick one and tell me, then." I said through gritted teeth.

"I choose day 108, which is today, so come on."

I didn't answer him.

"Don't make me lick you."

"I'll punch you in the face of you do."

"That's not very nice for someone who wants to set a good example for their child."

I sighed. "What do you want." I was practically awake by then.

"Remember when Eli said he was going to teach us how to drive."

"Eli's dead, August."

"I know...so can you teach me?"

"Now?!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

He shushed me instantly. "Not so loud. I'm not trying to wake everyone up."

Everyone as in Celia? I thought.

"I don't even know how to drive myself, August."

"That's ok, that's ok. We can teach each other."

"We don't have a car."

"Yes we do." He smirked.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "No, we don't."

"Yes, we do," he chuckled.

"No we don't, August," I said as he groaned in frustration.

"Just come!" He whisper yelled.

I followed him out of the room, dragging myself down the stairs and outside. "The only car there is Celi- oh, my God, what is that doing here?" I was staring at my parents' car. Well, Hummer. The Hummer I've always wanted to drive.

"August, how did you get that here?" I said, gesturing to the car.

"I'm filthy rich, I can do whatever I want. So are we gonna do this?"

"It's like one in the morning."

"Come on, it'll be so much fun. Don't you like being a rebel?"

"Well, yea.." I leaned back on the frame of the door, thinking hard.

This could be fun, I thought.

"Come on, Abby. Please. Celia's upstairs snoring; she'll never know."

"Ok, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine!" I raised my hands in surrender as I started walking toward the car.

"Yess!" He said, from behind me.

I opened the driver's door and hopped in. Soon, August was in the passenger seat beside me.

"I know a little about this stuff," I said, studying the gears and gizmos.