Regret or Forget {Book 2}

(9) What A Great Day

There was nothing very alarming about that evening. Stuck on the road, the Morgan Murphy stared with disbelief at her car. As if by doing so would make it magically start working again. Unfortunately luck was not on her side. Sighing with clear frustration, she went over to the back of the car. She took out the spare tire, thinking maybe she could fix the flat tire and get the engine working. She'd seen her father work on cars more than a few times, hopefully she could remember something about it.

Cars based by without a care in the world. It wasn't unusual to see a car broken down in such a huge city and not many people cared about the notion of being caring or thoughtful.

Now, Morgan squatted on the ground with determination. She had other business to attend to and she was already forty-five minutes late. Before riding out to her job, she had been forced to deal with her three children and drop them off at her grandma's place. Which was nowhere near her job location. She'd lost precious time handling them and now she was deadly late with her car breaking down.

Morgan hated missing any day of work. It ran in her blood to always be on time, a strict person towards the rules. So the disruption angered her, deep within her insides she could fill it boiling like a pot of water. It forced her breath out in quick puffs as she struggled to fix the car.

Suddenly, a black slick BMW pulled up in front of hers. She glanced up momentarily from the engine that was sending out waves of heat. However, she shrugged the ordeal off, thinking maybe they had issues with their car as well. She'd turned her attention back to the car with squinted eyes. 

She was startled when a something tapped on her shoulder. When she turned around she found herself looking at a relatively attracting person, but as normal as any other by passer. He stood at barely 5'8 feet tall, large dark curls, and bright blue eyes that gleamed at her underneath slightly thick eyebrows. She found him sort of attracting, in a normal way. He wore a plain red shirt with dark jeans, white running shoes secured his feet.

"Yes?" Morgan inquired as the silence seemed to have drag out long enough.

He titled his head and smiled, a friendly one that put her tensed body slightly at ease.

"I saw the car and I was wondering if I could help you."

The sun pressed down on her exposed skin, already a few drops of sweat was dripping down her forehead. She wasn't use to work or help from others. But this time she was grateful. Though she knew to be cautious, this was a stranger and who knows what he could be up to. What trick could be hidden on such a good-looking, yet open and friendly face. Most of the worry was cast aside because who would dare to do anything in broad daylight with people in cars passing almost every second? 

"Thanks so much. I could really use the help." Morgan smiled tentatively, looking down at the car with a flash of embarrassment.

"I've never really known much about cars."

The stranger shrugged off how flushed she was. The smile on his face didn't leave and the warmth in his eyes put her even more at ease.

"Oh, that's okay. I'm not all the good myself but I known enough about them to be of service. I'll show you some of the tools I use and help you understand them so if this ever happens again you can at least be prepared."

Again, Morgan flushed, her blood rushing up to her cheeks that visibly showed it. 

"Thanks so much."

There was no hesitation when the stranger walked to the backseat of his car, as if knowing she would follow. And she did. The fact that he looked to be no older than a young teenager also put her at ease. What could he be? Seventeen or eighteen? There was no harm to be done with such a young and nice gentleman. She walked with him to the backseat, the cars passing by could no longer catch a glimpse of the woman.

The boy's smile widened but not at the woman's interest in his tools he showed. What gave him so much entertainment was on how easy it was. How naive people could be. And the pleasure to see them fall right under his wing was too much to bear. Sometimes he wanted to burst out laughing at how he could fool them all. 

Little time had passed, and as the woman was closely observing another set of tools, the boy's hand dug into the waist of his pants. He pulled out a cold and heavy object, quickly grasped the woman by her neck and spoke silently in her ears.

"Move and I will shoot you. I want you to climb into the car slowly."

A tremble went through the woman but she obeyed. They always did. He smiled as he slammed the door, wondering what his latest project was going to be. But first, he had another piece of business he needed to handle before attending to the woman. He had all the time in the world anyways. His smile widened as he set the car on a path, the gas in the back of the car had already put a woman into a deep sleep.

What a great day it was turning out to be.