A Few Wrong Turns

4

The two continued to stand in shock. Will pointed to the open space. "It was right here."

"My car... it's just gone!" Tory could barely breathe.

Will looked around. "It could've rolled away. Maybe you forgot to secure the brake."

"Will!" she shouted. He looked at her panicked face as she took hold of his shirt and shook him violently. "What are we going to do? All my stuff was in there!"

"Mine too!" he shouted before recalling, "Now you talk to me?"

She scowled. "In emergency cases like this, yeah, I'm talking to you!"

"Ok. First, let go." He touched her hand, fearful of what she might do next. Tory released him and he straightened his shirt. "Let me think."

"What's there to think about?"

"About what happened to your car."

"Cars don't roll away! People steal them!"

"Let's not jump to conclusions."

She screamed in frustration. "Then it disappeared into thin air!"

Will tried to think of another logical answer but was at a loss. "Ok. Let's call the police."

"All they'll do is take us down to the station, ask us the same questions, keep us until all hours of the night, then finally say they can't do anything since they don't have a suspect!"

"You've been through this before?" He looked at her suspiciously. "Then if we're not reporting it now, we'll keep going to the hotel. Once we get there, we can call the police and have them search for the car after the wedding."

"That's it?" she blinked blankly.

He nodded. "If the directions that lady gave us were right, then the hotel should be that way." He pointed left.

Tory was hesitant. "They're probably hocking my stuff as we speak!"

"I had a bag in there too."

"Not a bag, Will!" she fussed. "Practically everything I own was in the back seat!"

"Oh," was all he could say. "Well, the sooner we get there, the better." She rolled her eyes and started walking fast again. Will did his best to keep up with her. After walking for fifteen minutes, Will asked, "So about what I said... back in Alvin's car..."

It took her a moment to answer. "Doesn't matter."

But he couldn't stand the silent treatment. "Look, Tory, I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, but that's the way I feel."

"You're not sorry." she shook her head.

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not. You wanted me to feel bad."

"Tory believe me..."

"And you just felt the need to reveal why you broke up with me?"

"Tory, we've been through this! We just grew-"

"Apart? That old textbook line."

He threw his hands up. "This is what I mean! You can't agree with me on anything!"

She stopped and stared straight ahead at a raggedy garage. "I think I see my car parked at the end of that alley down there." She pointed.