"What?!?!" She yelled and came running to the door.
I was already inside and walking down the hall. I wiped the lonely tear that escaped.
"Ashlee you can't just up and leave now?" She yelled running to catch up.
"And why not. All I'm doing is putting people in danger and risking lives." I shot back at her but kept walking to the elevator. "I can't do that."
"That's not true." She was a few inches from me as I pushed the button to go down.
"Yes it is. It's been my whole life. I can't risk your life. I've lost to much already I don't have much holding me together anymore.'' I wiped at more tears that fell and walked into the elevator just as the doors opened.
Jessi stepped up to get in with me. "No, you stay with Sam and the others. Thank Tony for letting me stay and all of them for protecting you." The doors closed as I finished talking. I let the tears fall and looked up to the ceiling. What the hell.
As I made my way out of the elevator on the main floor I could feel people staring. Which sucks because I'm only wearing a big shirt but I kept walking to the doors. I made it out and looked around. I know I brought my car here.
"Can I help you?" I almost jumped out of my skin.
"Um..yea I seem to have misplaced my car. I drove it here for the party." I made a short laugh.
"Ah well what kind of car is it?" The guy had a red shirt on and a name tag. But it wasn't the guy I handed my key to.
"It's a 1957 Chevy Bel Air." I answered.
"Ah... I would know that one anywhere. we only have one in the lot and may say it's a really gorgeous red color." He grabbed a key and handed it to another worker who walked away.
"Thanks" I looked around and saw some people were staring at me. God damn it. I hate people.
As we stood there a few others waited for their cars and I finally could hear mine coming. Finally, As it pulled up a few of the older people waiting gasped.
"Wow miss, that looks as good as when it came out back in the day," An older gentleman commented.
"Thank you sir. It was a lot of hard work to get it looking so great." I gave him a small smile and thanked the other worker and left. I headed home. I lit a cigarette and kept wiping tears that fell.
"Damn it. Stop that." I yelled to myself.
The only thing that was heard was the car's engine, the wind through the window I opened and the sizzle sound as I smoked the cigarette. When I finally made it home it was so dark now. As my headlights scanned over the porch I noticed the front door was open. I know I locked it when we left for the party.
