White Rose

Chapter 8: In The Woods

The snowing had subdued. Means I'm finally back in sweet old Ashburn.

I stopped middle of the junction leading to town and just idled there. I felt weak. My hunger hadn't subsided since it had suddenly appeared. I'm managing somehow not to go psycho again.

Looking around I wondered how I'll get this car cleaned up in time. I forcefully reached for the glove compartment, hoping to find some wipes. I mean if he eats this much junk, he should have something to clean up right?

Popping it open I did find some Clorox Wipes, and something else. I know I shouldn't interfere, but I just had to look. It was a tiny iron picture frame. I picked it up and gazed at it. It was a of a beautiful woman. She seemed young. The forged black iron hearts on the corners led me to believe she was really special to Damien.

I laughed at the fact that Damien actually had a soft spot for someone. Ah, I can't wait to piss him off knowing he has a hidden girlfriend. No wonder he always gets fucking mad when I make girlfriend jokes. Fucking pussy.

I began cleaning up and my phone rang. Pulling out a slightly cracked phone, I saw a text from Ryan. I was already upset my phone had been cracked a little. I cursed Estelle under my breath. The text was to notify me that butch had received the envelopes and for me to keep Damien's car until further notice.

Why keep this asshole's car?!

Before I could reply, I got another text from him. It said not to go to the shop until Thursday.

I just sighed. I'll miss my bike.

Another text came in, but it's from Damien.

Great.

Skimming it, I tosses my phone to the passenger seat and flopped back in my seat. I gotta take this car to get a heavier tint. I have no idea how dark this guy wants his fucking car, but it saves me from having to show him a bloody car. I groaned as I put her in gear. Before I took off he called.

"Cut the engine, dumbass, this is important."

I frowned in annoyance at Damien being an asshole as usual. I cut the engine off. "What?"

"Sensing attitude over here," he said mockingly. "Listen close and listen well."

"Get on with it!"

"Some rich idiot came in with six vintage cars. He's paying top dollar for express work. He wants to restore his grandad's heirlooms as soon as possible, so my hands are tied."

"Well I can help you guys out if you want-"

"Nah me and Ryan got this. Plus you're not too familiar with these buckets. I swear to God these cars are only good for scrap iron. Anyways, I want you to take my car over to Buick."

"Buick?"

"The tint guy. Over on Stonehenge island."

"So I'm to take your car, on a ferry, drive to the edge of Stonehenge just to do something we can do?"

"He's the best at it, Shit-face. Plus he's gonna do a little more than re-tint. Look, can you just do it for me on Wednesday, please?"

Then and there I began to question if Estelle hadn't kill me or I didn't run head on into that truck. Damien asking me to do a favor...and he said please. I didn't know what to do with this information. Do I run over to the head of scientific break through? Storm in and tell them I've discovered kindness in a black hole. That a faint spec of light can survive even in the vacuum of darkness. I was gonna jump through the roof of the car and do fucking backflips over to the ocean, and ride a shark into The sunset.