Contumacious

Parte 17

A while later, what's better than good ol' Nicki Minaj and Ariana Grande. At least thats what my screen read to his connected phone.

A couple of hours into the road into the main road, the view stops changing, the turns get fewer, the speed is constant and everything seems patterned except the music playing. And the deserted, mountains appearing for a flash and disappearing again due to the speed the car is going at.

I'm now sunk in my seat, a hand on my lap and the other lightly holding the steering wheel with only my thumb and index actually gripping on it, given that there are no turns for at least the upcoming 30 kilometres. Eric simply sits there, doing nothing in specific, but scrolling through his phone, and smiling at the screen every now and then.

While we sit there for what seems like hours, the car starts roaring loader than usual, I look to my front, and while noticing that I'm exceeding the speed limit, again, I'm alarmed that the oil level is too low, I thought I told the old, white headed man to check up on the damn car. I need to hire people with a memory lasting more than 5 minutes. Sadly, I basically hate everything that has two legs and makes a noise. Making the only assistant I have is the old man, and the woman in her thirties who makes sure the house is clean, and re-stocks the fridge whenever I'm in LA, yet making sure I don't see her whenever I'm there.

I had no other option but to pull over, in the deserted road, slowing down to 50 Km/h, as it lead Eric to notice something off, in his half asleep half awake state.

"Why are we slowing down?" He looked at his left to face me.

"The car is low on oil, we cant move," I sighed and completed quietly, more to myself, "I cant believe I haven't noticed this earlier."

Soon, I pulled over and was just sitting thinking of what to do in this shitty situation. We were literally in the middle of nowhere. The sky slowly getting darker as time passed.

I pulled out my phone and called Katherine. Hate to have her my only option and picked her name from my recents... "Please leave a mess-" I hung up knowing this is taking me nowhere.

Greg. He should be alive, right? "Are you sure you can drive?" I asked him worried after ringing him once and him picking up. Honestly I was scared. The man was the age of my father. Hell. He was older than Stan.

"I drive you around from the airport every time you come over, Sir," he continued. I realised a deep breath and told him that I'd be sending him the exact location right over, and hung up with that.

It would take him at least an hour to get here. Perhaps even more. I turned to look at Eric who has been almost quiet the entire journey ever since we left the hotel.

"We're stuck here for an hour," I told him as I lowered the back of my seat so it was as low as it could get, I closed my eyes trying to catch any lyrics for the song playing in the background.

"Oh god," he held his head in his hand. Hey! I was the one stuck here, "he'll definitely be pissed," he said just above a whisper but loud enough for me to hear, given that nothing was playing other than the soft music in the playground.

"Sam?" I asked with my eyes closed.

I felt his body shuffle against the leather seat and his gaze towards me.

"How did you know that?" He said completely astonished, as I opened one eye and couldn't help but acknowledge his cheeks the lightest shade of rose.

"Tell me more about him, how long have you two been dating," I found myself curiously asking, closing my eyes again.

"A.. A while?" He replied. I was glad he didn't deny the him part. He could've said its a she. That was really nice.

Quickly, the memory of the club played in my head... So a month ago, he said that he was crushing on him. Now they're dating. If you do the math, it's not longer than 3 weeks.

"Why would he be pissed?" I questioned, trying to keep this conversation alive for as long as possible.

"Well you see," he began looking down and lowering his eyes to play with his fingers slowly on his lap, "he told me I could go to the concert without him; but I should make sure to free myself at least to spend an hour or two with him in he weekend." His voice becoming lower as he spoke. Almost ashamed.

"Thats pathetic," I chuckled before closing my eyes again. "You don't even like him, do you?" I questioned. Pretty aware of the answer yet asking anyway.

"Excuse me," he seemed; more like pretended to be offended the way from the way I spoke. "Thats my boyfriend we're talking about." He paused and remained quite for the five minutes that followed, before he continued with, "he told me he'd been missing me all time he was away" at this point, the conversation was no longer between him and I. It was him and himself, he was trying to convince himself with this crap. It didn't seem real. Nothing even close to real, he was looking down all the time, his eyes didn't spark when he talked about him, and when he did, he was guilty.

The rest of the wait was him blabbering incoherent shit about that 'boyfriend' of his. And how he's been away because of his mother attending his grandfathers funeral, him not being able to go to the appear for the concert.

It was a sappy talk, he needed to shut the fuck up; before I vomited a fucking rainbow.

A song after the other, Greg came back in the SUV. I saw him in the rearview mirror making his way to us. I raised my chair when he flashed his waiting signal and got out of the car making his way towards us.

"Sir, would you like me to repair your car; or would you rather me driving and sending for it later?" Greg asked politely with a smile that was simply always there. Showing no teeth, yet sealing his eyes shut, making me wonder if he could even see me when he smiled. He should really win the Employee of the year. He does basically everything when I'm here. Unlike our lazy ass Sally; who works half-assed due to her sad excuse of pregnancy. It's her third month for fucks sake, but no. She cant go on a plane, we both knew it was her procrastinating. But she could have some fun and spend this month with her husband. She's pretty much my younger sister. She can fuck up all she wants and I'll still have to love her. Even when she sends me my schedule last minute. I trained her; she's irreplaceable.

"No, it's alright Greg. I'll take it from here," I told him as he got his head out of my open window, that was now automatically closing while I was getting out.

I closed the door behind me, to avoid the cold from entering the car and disturb Cinderella's sleep.

It isn't Cinderella is it...

Point is; He needed sleep. It was really dark, given that we spent most of the daytime here in the car doing nothing.

"Are you sure, sir?" God. The number of times he's called me sir while I was the age of his son.

"Yes, go home have a rest. I sent you all of a sudden," I wouldn't want to leave my car, even though I know it would be at my doorstep the moment I arrive. Plus, I had a twig sleeping in my passenger seat. Wouldn't want to wake him now do we?

"Whatever you say," he gave me his classic toothless grin and got to his driver seat. I took the oil jug from his back seat and proceeded to open the boot of my own. The white headed man was gone by then.

As soon as the boot clicked my eyes widened. Well, fuck.