Revenge Is Sweet

52 - Naz

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

Crap.

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!

He's going to kill me. He's, like, actually going to kill me. It's not even a joke anymore.

Greyson's going to kill me, and then his dad is going to kill me a second time when I get to the afterlife.

I sit on the dirty ground, staring through watery eyes at the new dent in the bumper of Greyson's car.

I'm less than five minutes away from home, but I'm afraid to get back into the car. For multiple reasons.

One: I don't want Greyson angry with me when I get there.

Two: I'm afraid I'll hit a squirrel.

I almost hit a squirrel!

I whimper at the reminder and look away from the horrible dent. Poor little guy chose the wrong time to sprint across the road.

In an effort not to hit him, I swerved to the right. I hit a big ass boulder driving on the shoulder like that.

At first, I thought I actually hit him. He laid still in the road for a long time afterwards. He only got up when I slowly sat next to him, and he sprinted away from me.

And now Greyson's calling me, probably wondering where I am by now. I've been gone for three hours.

I wanted to take a drive, but he wasn't in the mood. He told me I could take his car as long as I'm careful.

He kissed me before I left and reminded me one more time to be careful before I was out the door.

I stare at my phone until his name disappears from my screen only to pop up as a new notification. A missed call.

It's probably dumber of me to ignore his call than it is to answer, but I panicked. And now I'm too scared to call him back.

But I have to go home eventually. Greyson's there with Clementine, and my phone might die soon. My charger's in my room.

My attention whips away from my phone when I hear rocks rolling under tires. Quickly, I begin getting off the ground as I watch a black jeep pull up a few feet away.

A very large man climbs out of the car. He reaches up to straighten the hat above his head as he approaches. "Car trouble?" He assumes.

I frown. "No," I inch closer to the car behind me, trying to blink back more tears so I can see him clearly. "I almost hit a squirrel." I inform him.

"Ah," He looks back towards the road then at me. "Well, take a minute to breathe. It's all right." He assures on a laugh.

I clear my throat to try to get rid of the lump in it. "Do you know how to get rid of dents?" I point towards the bumper. Maybe I can get rid of it before I get home.

"Sorry, sweetheart."

My shoulders sink. "Is it even possible?" I push. I'm pretty sure it is. Actually, positive it is. There's no way it's not.

"You could take it to the mechanic." The man offers. "They'll take care of it for ya."

I fiddle with my own hands. "How much does that cost?"

The man laughs. "Darlin', I'm not an all knowing being." He points out, gesturing to himself.

I offer a weak smile. "Right. I'm sorry." I raise my hands lazily to him and glance back towards the dent. "It's just it's not my car and..he's going to be pissed..." I trial off when I realize he probably doesn't care.