Chapter eighteen
Stage one: Hostility and Deceit
Illinois
Ferdinand's P.O.V.
Outside the public bathroom the sun's rays beamed upon my face as I strolled to Impossible.
Only problem is Impossible isn't there.
It's empty!
I glimpsed at the keys in my palm then scrutinized the area for the red eighteen wheeler truck.
Where's my truck?
Just then I got a phone call to draw a quizzical look at the area code number.
It's from Tanzania!
Nobody from Tanzania has this number!
I hit answer and uttered an hello.
" Somebody's in a jovial mood" he blabbered. I have no time for this.
" If you want to get your truck back better not hit end " he warned.
He has Impossible" What do you want?" I demanded.
" My niece, I want to see you my dear niece" he chirped.
I awoke from the driver's seat and sighed and before I knew it was night time.
Bad night time since Troy has been sulky and refused to navigate so I had to stop at the nearby gas station and asked for directions.
"I'll be right back I'm going to ask for directions " I told him and hopped out of the truck.
In a few seconds I stood at the door I allowed my eyes to scan the store before I rolled my eyes at the scared customers and then the grim look from the cashier then asked the cashier for directions.
"You're here Laura Streets" he circled the line," Now you'll move along it that about seven minutes -"
" Hey! Hey!" I cried as I dashed outside to run after Impossible who ran out of the exit despite it so I sprinted to it only to gasp painful puffs of oxygen as my brain stormed for an idea.
The storm got me overwhelmed so I had to trudge back to the convenience store and pant at the porch.
" Gah" I cried at the porch when someone beckoned for my attention.
" I can't help but notice you seem disturbed" the ass uttered.
I shot my glare up to gawk at him in horror. She had olive colored skin and wore camouflage pants that took me back to the soldier I was terrified of .
I backed away from him as he wait she? approached me, "Okay just let me -" I shrieked and ran away in terror to God knows.
I never stopped running till I ran short of breath once again.
In time I sat on the ground and tried to steady my breathing.
Why would somebody steal my truck-
" If you want to get your truck back better not hit end" he warned.
Tuhari!
He took my truck! Man again why won't h-
" Ex-" Another round shrills rang through the air though this person managed to calm me down in the worst way possible.
I still fought to be free.
" I'm sorry now I'm going to remove my hand and I'll need you to stay calm" he questioned.
I gave a nod to be granted to speak.
" Get away from me" I told him who was decent enough to keep a distance between us.
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