Midnight

Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

It is going to be a long drive to the nearest airport. This Kratos man is just impossible. How do we find him without risking our lives? Now we are going to fly to god knows where to hide from Kratos and once again be found by one of his assistants. The car, the remainder of it, is silent with Aaron and I sitting on it. You can only hear the tires rubbing against the road. We aren’t driving nearly as fast as we were before. I am in so much pain from the glass shattering on me, but I try not to show it. I find my hand finding its way up to my face and feeling the scratches. I am too afraid to look in the mirror because seeing the scars will only make it hurt more. I glance over to Aaron to see what damage the crazy car ride has done to him. He only has minor injuries. I see a few small scratches, one above his eye brow and a some on his checks. There is a bruise on his left arm.

I am about to ask him how he is feeling but the car suddenly stops.

“What happened?” I am puzzled.

“We seem to be out of gas…”

“That’s not good.” I reply.

“Well I hope you like walking.” Aaron says.

“Ugh, I’m tired.” I say, frustrated. We’ve been walking for about half an hour so far and we still haven’t found a gas station yet.

“Well then let’s sit down for a couple of minutes. I mean, it’s not like we are being chased by a psychopathic killer, right?” Aaron replies sarcastically. Too tired to care anymore, I take his sarcastic offer and just drop to the ground and sit there in a crossed legged position. He stands in front of me with an annoyed look on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. He stares at me disapprovingly. I simply just stare back at him with my elbows on my knees and my hands cupping my face. Aaron lets out a sigh and, in defeat, sits next to me.  We sit there silently for a couple of minutes. It’s actually quite peaceful.

And then, because of our amazing luck that has brought us here in the moment,

It starts to rain                 .

Life just really hates us.

“Well, unless you want to get drenched, again, I suggest we strt walking.” Aaron tell sme with a smirk on his face.

I sigh, get up, and take my time to dust off my pants.

“Any day now, Lia”

A small smirk forms on my lips and I start running. This takes Aaron by surprise. I can hear him running and trying to catch up to me. I chuckle a little as I run as fast as I can.

“WAIT! LIA!” He screams, but being the evil person, I keep running.

“Can’t catch me!” I spin my head and yell back to him in return.

When I turn my head back, there, only a few yards away, is the gas station.

Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!

I run up to the gas station and approach a man who works their.

“Hello. How may I help you, miss?” The tall, middle aged male, slightly tanned skinned worker greets me.

“Hi. Well my car broke down a couple miles away and I was wondering if I could use a phone to call a tax.” I reply. He looks at me, examining all the scars. Not to be nosey, he doesn’t ask me what happened, but I can tell that he wants to. He brings his eyes to look back into mine.

“Yes, of course. The phone is over here.” He says with a very clear German accent in his voice. Well, duh, this is Germany. He points in the direction of one of those old fashioned payphones. He offers me to call the local taxi service and ask for a taxi to come here. I agree and thank him for his kind gesture. At this moment, Aaron finally has caught up with me and is jogging toward me. He is panting and sweating. The corners of my mouth curve up. Well at at least now we know he will never become an athlete. 

                 The worker, Aaron, and I walk up to the blue payphone booth. Aaron digs through his pockets for some spare change. He pulls out a few quarters and slides them into the coin slot. The worker picks up the phone and begins to dial a few numbers. In German, he calls the taxi for us.

“Danke” He says as he ends the call and puts the phone down.

“It will be here any minute.” The worker states with a smile on his face.

                For five minutes Aaron and I chat with the worker about what we are doing here in Germany. I lie and say that we are just doing some traveling with our school. The worker buys our bluff and begins to suggest places that Aaron and I should visit before we leave Germany. Aaron and I agree with everything the man says not knowing what else to say. Soon enough, the taxis comes.                             

            Aaron and I once again thank the gas station worker and say good bye. Aaron opens the taxi door enters the car. Right before I am about to enter the taxi, the worker begins to speak.

“Excuse me miss, but what about the car that broke down? What happened to the driver?”

Uh oh. I cannot tell him where the car is because then they will be able to trace the robbery of the car back to us. If we tell him there was no driver, he will know that we were driving without a license. But, if I lie and say that there was a driver, he will start asking questions about where the driver is. So I do the next best thing.

I jump into the car, slam the door shut, and scream at the taxi driver to drive as fast as he can to the nearest airport. Even if he didn’t know much English, I guess he could understand that I wanted him to hurry up from my tone of voice. Without questioning us, he starts to drive.  I see the driver sneeking glances from the mirror at Aaron and I. I can tell he is trying to figure out what we were doing at a gas station, in the middle of nowhere, all alone. He probably is wondering why we are coved in scratches, wet, and covered in dirt. He does not ask us any questions, though. Back to the airport. Here we go again…