Lost And Found

p1- chapter four

I whipped around, to see mike standing there chuckling. I rushed over to turn down the high volumed music.

"What are you doing here?!" I snarled.

"The door was open, and I want to talk, seems how you don't know how to answer a text. I knocked and shouted but, clearly your radio is louder than I am." Mike said, looking around.

"What, I-I-, get out." I didn't want to be a bitch, but I didn't want anyone to see my dump I call home, especially if he was sent by Destiny.

"Did I do something wrong? I texted you yesterday, no answer. I fixed your car, nothing. You're being rude and different. What did I do?"

It was him, he fixed my car. I should have known. I don't know if I should be flattered & thankful, or worried and mad. But what if he was being honest and genuine? What if it wasn't a scam from Destiny and the bitch-crew? It's not a chance I was willing to take.

"I don't need you to fix anything. I appreciate the ride to work and back, but that's it. Get out & leave me alone."
I began to shake, what if I was making a mistake? It's what I'm used to though, so why would anything change now.

"Ryan, I-I-I don't mean any-", I interrupted.

"Out."

He nodded, and escorted himself out.

I sat down, and tried to process what happened. Look at me, who am I push any man away? I should be lucky a man even spoke to me. Even if it was all some plan, what do I have to lose? I felt guilty and ashamed of myself. I hopped out of my chair and darted out the door and outside. I looked for him or his car, but couldn't find either. I took my once uncracked phone out of my pocket and called him. It rang for what felt like hours.

"What, did I not leave fast enough or something?" He said, clearly upset.

"Mike, I can explain. Where are you?" What was I doing, I tried to talk myself out of this, but it wasn't working.

"I get it, it's cool."

"Just come back, please." I hung up. I don't know who I am right now, I would never do something so risky. Or even the whole dramatic 'come back to me - hang up the phone in hopes he returns' bit. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Was this confidence? By time I could answer my own question, I heard a car door shut. I opened my eyes to see mike walking over to me.

He looked so handsome. His hair blowing around in the wind. His hands tucked in his jacket pockets. I don't know what was going on with me, but I liked it. Mike reached me, and something struck me, but I'm not sure what. I wrapped my hands on his head, and kissed him. After a few short seconds, reality sunk in. I pulled back, "y-you should go". I shot back up to my apartment and slammed the door. What the hell had I done? I just fell right into Destiny's trap.

I suddenly felt self-conscious, stupid, scared, nervous, low, and most of all, stupid. But at the same time, I felt good. All these emotions were hurting my head. I needed to do something, cleaning wouldn't make the cut.

A few hours went by and I found myself leaving the casino. It felt like it was dream, I don't remember going to the casino, or even being there. I was lost. I didn't have money to waste at the casino. All I had was my rent money. I panicked as I realized that.

I quickly pulled my wallet out to find no money in my wallet. My eyes began to tear up. I searched every department of my wallet. I pulled out a folded slip of paper. My heart sank. It was a winners ticket. I blinked a few times to make sure I was seeing correctly.

How could I, out of all people, won the Jackpot Of The Night. This must be fake, $300,000? No way. I guess there was only one way to find out.

I made my way to the place where you exchange your winning slips for cash, determined it was a prank.