Say It

Chapter 2 (Trent's POV)

             My day feels like it is going ten times slower than normal. It's the middle of the day so I'm setting in the kitchen that we have in the back of the garage, eating my lunch. Mom always keeps the fridge and cabinets stocked up. She knows me and Dad tended to get in heated arguments when we are hungry.

I'm half listening to my mom and sister talk about her wedding, faking interest. Kayla has been freaking out because her wedding planner who she loved, passed away. The lady's niece is taking over or something like that. It was information that I really didn't care about, so I tuned her out. I do that a lot when she talks about the big day.

            After I gathered my trash and kiss my mom on the cheek mumbling a quick thanks. I wrapped my arm around Kayla's neck putting her in a fake choke hold. She started slapping me in the four arms. Screaming for me to let go. With my best impression of a pro wrestler, I loudly say "tap out" over and over.

Mom pushed me off and swatted the back of my head. I wouldn't be a good little brother if I didn't mess with her a little. I let go of her with a loud laugh making her even more mad. "Jerk! You messed up my hair."

I didn't say anything back and headed back to the garage bays ready to get back to work. I walk up to my dad looking over his shoulder to see what's on the rest of the agenda for the day.

            As to be expected it was like every other day; oil changes, change a head light for Mrs. Neal. Then we have a couple break jobs, if all goes well, we will be able to close the shop a little early.

              I've been at my work bench working on a couple stretch's waiting for my dad to finish up his last job. He said that I could head on home, but I want to make sure he doesn't need me.

Moments like these are what make me not like the job. The waiting and repetition. Some days are better than others. Dad knows how much I love a challenge, so he likes to leave the harder jobs for me.

He started this business in his twenty, after my parents got married. Although he has been working on cars since he was big enough to work a one-ton floor jack by himself. My grandpa taught him how to rebuild a motor at thirteen.

My Mom talked him into buying this old building and remodel it to make his dreams come true. After business started to pick up, they had my sister and me. Dad has talked about me taking over for as long as I can remember.

I just never wanted this as my career. In high school I took a couple computer automated drafting classes and feel in love. It was challenging, there was always something different to learn and perfect. My plan was to go to college and get an engineering degree. Find a cushy job drawing equipment for some big shot company, and watch my designs come to life.

Then Dad got hurt and had to take some time off. I had to step up and run the shop so my parents would still have an income. Five years later and I'm still here. I probably could have gone through with my plan and got my degree. But there wouldn't be anyone here to keep things running when dad was having a bad day. My family comes first; my parents have worked so hard for this, and I will do anything I can to keep this dream alive.

             Walking to my truck, ready to go to my empty house. I wrap my fingers around the door handle, when mom's voice reaches me from across the parking lot. I stop dropping my hand and walk back to her, so she doesn't have to yell. Walking back inside the front lobby where her desk is, where she keeps up with all the books and answers the phone.

"Bub we just got a call. A young woman got ran off the road, now she has a flat. I'm not sure if she just needs help changing the tire or if she will need a tow. Will you handle it? Your dad's back is starting to act up I need to get him home." She says and hands me a clip board with location and customer information.