The Story of Us

15

You know how I mentioned that you couldn't get to my cave with a vehicle?

Well Louis made the impossible; completely and entirely possible.

I held onto the gripper above the door as hard as my hands could grab hold of it. That handle was God and my hand was the lifeforce holding onto it.

I was praying.

Oh, Bellerose Tuilelaith was praying ya'll. I suddenly found God, especially with the way Louis was driving.

In fact, I am pretty sure I pledged my soul to God and got saved that day because; when a truck is door deep in snow and is intentionally going at top speed of about 80 miles an hour – you might not believe, but I promise, you will find religion REAL quick.

Louis? Man, he was chill. Like, James bond murdering a warehouse full of bad guys type of calm. I mean, I expected him to look at me, steer with his knees and make a Martini at the same fucking TIME with his hands and drink them both. That's how slick he was.

Of course, he remained with his eyes to the front and drove. I didn't miss the tension in the air between us though. That could be cut with a butterknife.

What would have taken us two hours was literally a fifteen-minute drive. I don't know how this guy was going to get his truck back on the road but he got it off without a problem and he's crazy.

Are Brits normally this unhinged? I may never know the answer to life's top questions considering I'll be dead from a heart attack or back out in my cave token it to the hilt to relieve weeks' worth of unneeded stress.

Between you and me? I'm hoping it's the latter.

"Would you care ta tell me how Harry and you met?" Louis asked, slowing his truck some when we dipped off a small embankment.

I might have peed a little when that happened.

Most definitely swore and may or may not have peed. Just saying.

Although, I definitely did. There was no maybe's about it.

"He fell off a cliff. Bellerose – I mean me – well, I was looking for food. Harry looked delicious until I found out a sheep didn't fall off a cliff to tenderize itself for me but rather; tall, dark and clumsy had a coat on. I took him back to my lair and tried to nurse him back to health. Unfortunately, he's not healing and anything I touch seems to die. So, I came out to get help and God showed up with his huge truck." I gestured, groaning when we dipped over uneven terrane again.

Louis was not the least bit amused.

"Cut the shit. If you were trying to help him, why didn't you call someone or –"

I cut him off by tearing the mask off my face and glaring at him.

His eyes went wide, not sure, but he might have screamed and then swerved while almost losing control of his vehicle.

Message to the smart people out there; if you have a face only a mother can love, don't show it to someone while they're driving.

Suppose that answered his question because after 'Holy fuck!" I didn't get anymore grief from Louis on getting help.

I put my mask back on.

"I've been living in a cave away from people for the last few years. I've cut contact with everyone and everything. I don't own a phone and there's no reception out here. That's why when I saw you and you were handing out fliers, that you would be the one to help Harry. Drive about half a mile, you will see a stone hedge of rocks. Below it is a natural cave formation. I handmade a door. You can't miss it." I explained, noticing Louis took one hand from the wheel and held the side of his cheek as if I had just slapped him.