Star-Crossed Myth: The Divine Fate (Book One)

Chapter II: When It Rains It Pours

A few nights later I'm at work doing the usual routine. Looking after the remaining customers and cleaning up for the night.

"Have a good night, Abbey!" One of my other co-workers waves to me as she's ready to leave for the night.

"See you later!" I reply, carrying a tray of dirty dishes from earlier costumers.

The sound of the back door slamming tells me she's gone. I empty the tray of dishes into the dishwasher and turn it on for the night. I head out front of the club and wipe down the counter top and tables, organize the liquor and put away glasses. Once finished, I lock the front doors and dim the lights. I switch out of my uniform and grab my bag, I step out into the back alley, smelling the fresh downpour of rain that is soon to come, and I lock the door behind me and quickly walk to my truck.

While I'm driving down the narrow dirt road, window wipers swishing side to side to remove the droplets of hard-hitting rain, I turn up the volume to the radio station to distract myself from the creepy scenery around me. Bopping my head to a familiar song my truck radio surprises to spew static. I flick between stations but to no avail. I end up shutting it off, but once I do, my truck slows down and the headlights begin to fade.

"Oh no, no, no!" I slam my foot on the gas pedal, and turn the keys again and again of which nothing does.

My truck comes to a complete stop and dies.

I release the steering wheel and sit back in my seat before kicking open the door and jumping out. The rain begins to come down a lot harder, making a loud pitter-patter sound against the hood of my truck. And that's when I hear thunder in the distance. Flipping my hoodie over my head helps for the first few seconds before the rain soaks through. Clearing my wet hair out of my face, out of anger I kick the tire and open the hood to check out the issue. "Come on, don't do this you son of a—"

"Excuse me." A high-pitched voice cuts me off

I spin around, using the truck for support when I almost fell back, when I see two young children dressed in light colored robes, sharing an umbrella. "Oh my god." I gasp, clutching the material of my sweater that's over my heart.

"S-sorry. We didn't mean to frighten you." One of the children, a young boy with red-brown hair, looking worrisome says.

"I-it's okay...Uh...just gave me a minor heart attack," I slam my first into my chest, "All good now...so, what are you doing here?" I control my shaky tone as I look around the area for their parents.

"We saw you, and it looks like you need help." The other child, a girl, short brown hair smiles kindly.

"Oh, um, everything is under control. My truck just decided to give out on me, I'll just call a tow and be on my way, I'm sure your parents are worried about you being out at this time of night, and looks like a storm is on its way so you better get home—" As I take out my phone to dial, I notice the flashing battery sign. "And my phone is dead...great."

"We have a phone you could use!" The little girl blurts out.

"You do?" I doubtfully look at the two of them.

The boy looking confused at the girl.

She nudges him playfully. "Of course, we have a phone at our house you can use."

I stand there, looking at the two kids, unsure.

I've seen the horror movies, and this screams 'it's-a-trap'. But there's something when I look at these two kids that erases that paranoia. "All right...I guess, if it's not too much trouble."