The Frequency Of Compulsion/GXG/ Grip The Series: Book One

EIGHT

K E E Y A

The sound of the busy street whispered in my ears as another puff of smoke fell off my lips along with the tension hidden in my body. And with that puff of smoke, came the pressing of the lit end of my blunt on the ashtray resting on my enter console while my other hand remained on the steering wheel, guiding me along the road.

I know Mr Gerald didn't like the whole smoking thing, and that's the only reason I wasn't bringing my blunt with me.

I wanted to, trust me I did, especially after the last few days at the club, the gym and weed were the only things keeping me sane at this point. It seemed like everyone wanted to be on sum bullshit when I was on call for work.

A sigh left me as I pulled over at the back of the shop the man owned, and I already knew by the cars littered around the space no matter what went down today, I was gon enjoy this shit.

I turned off my car with a grab of my phone before opening the door and getting out, allowing the sun to caress my beautifully melanated skin. As I closed my door with one hand the other pushed my phone into my back pocket, which prompted my steps towards the building that was wide open, while I simultaneously switched on the alarm on my car.

My strides pulled me closer and closer, until I was met with the sight of Mr Gerald looking at me with a small blue greasy towel wiping his hands.

"Thought you weren't gonna come," He rasped out, as he moved to sit down in a computer chair that looked like it had been here as long as him.

"I told you I was," I reminded him as I hooked my keys on my belt loop whilst I took my final steps towards the man, leaving the sun behind.

"The car right over there," He said with a point as exhaustion gripped his features, and I followed his guide, not hesitating to move in it's direction. "You want sumn to drink, I got sum water, sum coffee, and sum kinda energy drink my daughter left with me,"

"No thank you sir, I'm good," I told him as I analyzed the car that reminded me of how my own looked at one point, like there was no point investing shit in it, much less time, and that made me happy. The sight of this car brought back memories, more good than bad. "I ain't know you had a daughter,"

"I got two, Kelly-ann, and Compulsion is my baby too, but not by blood," He confided, and hummed at his response with a smile as I took in his words and the car in the same moment.

"Where the keys at?" I asked with a glance back at him to find staring at the car.

"On the shelf in front the car," He answered and I immediately moved to lift them, before opening the door and flying the bonnet of the car. "You want sumn to eat? I got sum food coming, I can call and have him get you a lil sumn as well,"

"Thank you, but I'm aitte," I told him as I walked around to begin my check under the hood. "You been working on this?"

"Not in years, I'm just starting to think on fixing it again," He answered, and the state of the car reflected that.

"You got a supplier for parts like these?" I questioned, knowing how difficult they were to get.

"No, that's one of the reasons I had to stop the first time around,"

"You mind if I take sum pictures of how it's looking?"

"No go ahead youngin' that's all you right there," He consented and I immediately removed my phone. "You seem to have a lot more knowledge on that than I do, so I'm working off you,"

"Aitte," I told him with a smile as I snapped pictures of what I knew was important. "You mind if I strip it down and start from scratch cause a lot parts gon need sum individual care,"