Change in Heart

Chapter 30- Rescue

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I'm sorry this part is so short and it hasn't been edited yet either! I've been so busy recently but I promise the next part will be longer and more interesting;)

Libby

I sat in the passenger seat of Will's car, hugging my knees to try and keep warm. Will was still outside messing with wires under the bonnet of his car. Nobody had driven past us. Not one single car. I wasn't sure whether to be thankful that nobody had caught us in only our underwear, or to be petrified of the fact that we were be stranded in the middle of nowhere.

I opened the door and climbed out of the piece of junk, kicking the rusted paint on the way out. I slammed the door with more effort than was needed and trudged towards the front of the car.

Will had oil smeared across his cheeks and boxers, with dirt covering every inch of his fingers and palms. Goose pimples were risen on his tanned skin although sweat beads were dripping from his forehead in frustration. It was uncomfortable to watch his oxymoronic  symptoms and to see him act to tense.

Was he blocking me out? I scrutinized his facial expressions hoping that he would catch me red-handed and give me a famous smile. Anything to give me a sign that he wasn't mad!

I twirled my thumbs in anticipation. "Any luck?" I asked nervously, shuffling on the spot. Loose gravel from the tarmac stuck into the soles of my bare feet and lodged themselves between my toes.

"Nope." His eyes stayed permanently locked onto the engine of the car.

I winced at his blunt reply and swallowed a solid lump that began to rise in my throat. "How long until the breakdown truck gets here?"

"God knows."

I sighed and sat down onto the hidden curb that was overgrown with grass and weeds. I glanced down at my neglected feet, I'd never missed my shoes so much before now. Blisters were forming on the soles of my feet and the bloody nail polish on my toes was chipping off around the edges.

The temperature was getting to me even more now and my body had started violently shaking against the cold breeze that was getting stronger by the minute. i felt like i had a ton of bricks on my shoulders and my insides drowning with guilt. And just when in thought I couldn't feel worse...Will started cursing and punching the car with his fist, tugging on his hair and kicking one of the bold tyres. 

"Damm this! Damn car! Damn everything!"

Damn me?

My stomach knotted inside and a reflex forced me to run. I jogged down the road and kneeled in a patch of long grass that almost hid me. Jets of water began to spray into my mouth, along with an acidic taste lingering on the back of my tongue.

I lunged forwards just in time to aim the contents of my stomach away from me and into the weeds. I coughed and choked noisily, as i continued to wretch up my guilt on to the side of the road. When I was certain my body couldn't physically bring anymore up, I ambled back up to the curb. I felt weak and empty, lifeless and cold.

Water pricked at my eyes and soaked through my heavy lashes. Tears slowly escaped from the corners of my eyes and rolled down my icy cheeks but i swiped them away instantly. I dropped my head when our eyes fixed, both full of sorrow. He walked past the car and sat down next to me on the curb, turning his body around to face me.

"Are you OK?" Will stroked my cheeks and held a black hand against my forehead.

"I'm OK now."

"We need to get you home."