The Season

The Season of Truth

It's been almost two months since the incident when Arin Croft invaded my home. We are now developing friends. Also, my alarm system is now paid for and installed in the house, thanks to Arin. Yeah, he said I could call him that since he considered us friends and he now calls me "Cindie"along with my other friends who do. It turns out he's 27 and I'm now 23, so not much of an age gap there.

When I had first met him that day, I had no idea we would become such good friends or even acquaintances for that matter. My first impression of him was the complete opposite of what I now know him to be. I had thought he was a criminal for breaking into my simple cottage-like townhouse. But it turns out he is as innocent as me; though to this day I don't know why he even chose to break into my home or any home for that matter. Usually, if you try to hide, you'd find a nearby bush, or a tree, a restaurant, or any place that is open and welcome to the civil public. I mean I would've done that. Right? But still I wonder why he chose to break into a civilian's house. Maybe he doesn't know any better. But he seems intellectual and old enough to know better. I mean only people in movies would do that. But isn't life like a movie, though life doesn't have that much drama. Life is real enough itself.

On that day, Arin had hid in my house trying to hide from the men who took his car and threatened him. Fortunately, a month and a half later from the incident, the police were able to track two of them down and now the heathens are in jail for robbery and a few other reasons before the incident. But unfortunately, one of the men that were a part of that crime that day, still has yet to be found and there is a good chance that they are a part of an alliance, which is still being investigated. Arin said not to worry, I worried more for him than for me, but he seemed pretty worried himself.

In court that day when I stood in as a witness, I saw how malevolent those two men were. You could just tell in their eyes the reputation they carried with them. Arin was the defendant, who seemed to have recognized those guys right off the bat. And it was actually brought to the attention when he confessed he knew them, about them being against Arin and his allies for a while, but for what? Arin said, they were after his convention in spite him and how they never liked him out of jealousy, and they even admitted it and were plead guilty. Though, I felt they were hiding something that they didn't want the public to know about. Well at least they're doing their time now and Arin is mostly alright with getting his car back and everything. But, now I tried not to worry, knowing one of the three members in crime with the possibility of others involved, have yet to be captured.

But luckily, Arin got his car back and it ran fine after inspections and confirmations of course. And after that, we decided to celebrate with him taking me out with him to dinner, and that was the first time he let me ride in his luxurious carriage, and let me tell you that car is a beauty and wouldn't blame the lawbreakers for wanting to take it out for a test drive.

So now I had just gotten off of work at the café and get into my reliable hatchback that has been such a blessing to finally drive in for nearly two years, after my four months of practice to recharge my declined driving skills due to the lack of them for not driving in so long. After I turn on the ignition, I see that my tank is reaching to its low capacity and would probably allow me no more than 2 miles, so I drive to the nearest gas station available. When I find one, I park my car next to the gas pump so I can retrieve some gasoline for my baby. The price is pretty high over here but I could manage nonetheless.

As I was paying for my gallons, my phone in my coat pocket went off but I decided to ignore it knowing I could call back later. Then, as I pumped the gas into the car I feel the need to automatically turn around due to the possible feeling of a stare shining on me, so I turn around my right side and see a guy wearing a black leather jacket, looking around Arin's age, glancing at me. He had a menacing smirk on his face, nearly intimidating, and to escape this, I turned back around and looked away hoping he'd forget the memory of my face. He looked like one of them bad boys you see on the screen and he seemed he'd be the perfect actor for the job. He was standing outside of the gas station's store smoking a cigarette with the soles of one of his feet set up on the wall along with his back leaning up against it. He must've been waiting for his friend or whatever. I turned half way back this time to see if he was still watching me and to my misfortune he was, from what I could tell in the corner of my eye. Now, all I wanted to do was yank this gas pump out of my car, get in and fly home, because he was giving me the creeps. To my luck when ten seconds nearly passed, my tank finally had the gas it needed and I finished up before I could lastly get into my compartment that I felt much safer in.