Unexpected you

Chapter 30

    You've got to be kidding me! Lucas yells as he pulled over to the right lane on the desolate road. Despite the music playing at a loud level, I did hear a popping sound which slightly startled me. But I had assumed the noise came from debris that Lucas might've ran over, and not the actual car.

OH OH! Is that smoke pouring out from the grille? This can't be good—and we're literally stranded in the middle of nowhere. I can't believe that this is happening after our nearly perfect night. Now, we're stuck somewhere near vast fields of corn, and the light posts seem to be positioned every forty feet or so. Making the area look darker than I feel comfortable with. This type of luck has been following me around my whole life. And I'm not surprised that this is how my night ends.

To top things of, this area is looking a bit on the sketchy side, and something straight out of a Micheal Myers movie. Definitely not a place you'd want to be at this late of night. There isn't much traffic from what I see, and the one or two cars passing by every few minutes or so, don't bother to stop and help.

What are we going to do? I asked as I continue to watch the smoke that's now pouring out of the hood. Give me a minute, I'm going to check it out. And please Cheyenne, do not step out of the car, its dark and dangerous out here. Lucas ordered. I nod and stay put. Five minutes and about ten curse words later, Lucas walks up to my window but not before kicking the front tire. I'm going to kill Jimmy! He yells. That asshole assured me that this car was up for long drives. I'm sorry babe—but we're definitely stranded. He finally confesses.

After my brief moment of letting this reality sink in, I ask. How far are we from home? Trying my best not to sound panic, which is really hard to do at the moment. Lucas pulled his phone from his pocket, and began waiving it in the air. We're about an hour and ten minutes away from your house. He answered. Damn! I have no reception out here Cheyenne. Do you have reception? He asks with hope in his tone. No.... none at all. I quickly answer.

I had already attempted a phone call to triple A for some road side assistance, but to no avail. We have no choice but to lock up the car and walk to the nearest ramp exit. Lucas said as he opened the car door and carefully helped me out of the passenger seat. I grabbed on to his arm and we began our walk. I'm so glad that Lucas isn't displaying an ounce of fear, and that makes me feel better.

It took us twelve minutes to reach the exit, and we were relieved to see a gas station, a hotel, and a truckers rest stop just up the street. Let's try the rest stop first, baby. I can see a big lobby that's all lit up, and hopefully there's someone there who can assist us.

Disappointment and worry quickly set in, upon arriving and noticing that the doors to the lobby were locked. What should we do now, Lucas? I say in a calm manner. I know he's stressed about the situation, and I don't want him to worry about me, so I focus on keeping my smile intact. I wish the night wasn't as cold as it is. because my fingers are starting to freeze, and a pocket isn't a part of this outfit. Damn!

  Lucas continued to pace back and forth for over five minutes, yelling and cursing out his friend over the phone, and adding a little threat in there as well. I have never seen him this angry and the site makes me feel uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he stopped and sat on the curb. Testing his forehead on his palm. I wish there was something that I could do, but I know that there isn't.

Were you able to get a hold of a tow truck? I asked as I approached him. Yes—there's a pick up truck on the way to get the car now, but they will have to store it in their yard until the morning. Why? I asked as I handed him the bottle of water I purchased a minute ago. Well—It's late babe, and there aren't any mechanics available at this time. Oh-how are we getting home? Well, I called Jimmy, but the fucker is drunk out of his mind, and I don't want him driving at all. It isn't safe.