The Angel Trumpet

7.

The pin took me to an abandoned mechanic shop with a small light illuminating underneath the blue rickety door. I get out the car closing the door hearing the shop door open with Conor holding a greasy rag and his hair in a tussle. "Come in I want to show you something." I jog up to him as he lets me inside guiding me to an old truck just laid out bare. "Wait you're rebuilding this?" I ask impressed a little. "It was my fathers but once he got diagnosed with Alzheimer's he passed it down to me." I look around after examining the car parts wondering why he really wanted me here.

"I thought you had a dinner with friends at your place? How'd you end up here?"

He chuckles like I just had told him an inside joke only he knew about.

"I'm serious, why the change of plans?"

He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand putting down the rag he had walking over to me, "Isn't it obvious?" He reaches to the side of me grabbing a beer handing me one, "I want to get to know you." He opens my beer first then his taking a sip from it.

I didn't want him to feel I was trying to be a bitch towards him but he was really just a pawn in my revenge plan. I didn't actually like him or want to have these moments with him, they just keep happening.

"What is there to know?" I ask taking a seat on a crate that was there.

"Your name for starters."

I laugh low forgetting I never really introduced myself to him.

"Well like you said I'm an angel so why not go with that."

He smiles, "So Angel? That's what you want to be called?" His dimple shows on the right side as he smiles more.

"Sure we'll go with that."

We keep talking for about another hour or so until I fake a yawn not wanting to stay out any longer than I have.

"I have to head home now...but thanks again for whatever this was." I motion around me looking at the car parts then him.

"See you at work."

He lifts his beer up saluting me as I walk out the door and on my way back to the house. The drive there a car has been tailing me. It's been taking every turn I was taking until I lost it going under a bridge. I waited a few minutes before heading out into the open again making sure they were really gone. I started my car going back onto the road and there it was again. I sped up trying to beat the light and before I could the car rammed into me making my car skid off the road. My head is bleeding from the impact and feeling disoriented I try and reach for my gun I have underneath my seat for situations like these but get taken by surprise when bullets start flying directly at me.

My phone is on the passenger seat and with the hopes of me grabbing it I could call the guys but glass breaks everywhere once my windshield gets hit.

I turn to the side holding my gun in my hand when one of the drivers gets closer getting a shot at their tires making them swerve into a ditch.

It's now or never so I get out darting through pilled up traffic ditching my gun since I wasted all the bullets on the tires trying to find a way to get out of danger.

A few civilians gasp seeing another car try and hit me but I dodge it in time pulling a person out of their vehicle.

"I'll compensate you later!" I shout taking off going somewhere without putting the guys in harms way.

There's a spot grandpa Louie would take my family and I whenever he wanted us to have a quiet evening all together. I turn off everything laying low once I get there, feeling my head and gash wincing I look for something to clean the blood from leaking down more.

I come up with nothing.

The anger I've been keeping inside escapes me as I hit the console multiple times screaming.

No one would hear me or how I wanted to set the world on fire. I kept asking myself, why me? why do I have to keep going through hell just to find the peace out of all of it? I just wanted to be a normal girl. I wanted to worry about being hungover because school was the next morning or if the guy I liked actually liked me back and having my parents scold me for even drinking and thinking about boys.

I didn't have any of it and I had to keep living even if inside a part of me died when I lost them and grandpa Louie.

They say in this life nothing is for certain. No matter how hard you try and outrun it, it catches up to you biting you in the ass. If you're lucky you might be banged up, sitting in a car you stole just to keep on going like me.