The Car Garage

Chapter one

My driver pulled up to the small trailer in the small town of Alabama that isn't even listed on the map. I had to go through four different driver's before they even knew where my destination was. Finally, I gave up and called my uncle to call someone to come get me. He had to work today and so did my aunt Linda, which is the reason why neither came to pick me up from the airport themselves.

I step out wearing shorts Jean shorts and a Chicago Bulls hoodie. My body had this thing where it couldn't decide if it was hot or cold, so I kept it happy either way. I was also sporting black flip-flops. My long bright red hair was showering down over my shoulders. It was rare that I ever did anything with it anyway.

The driver doesn't even get out to help me when I lug out my heavy bags from the back. I shouldn't really be surprised, considering he had said less than 4 words to me the entire 45 minute trip here. But I was 5'1 and weighed barely 130 pounds, he should have at least helped me pull the bags out. But alas, he did not.

It was only seconds after I grabbed my bags and moved out of the way that the driver sped off down the one lane rode. "This town has less than 2,000 people in it. Where could he be going in such a hurry?" I mumble to myself. This rewards me with a chuckle from someone behind me. I turn around and am greeted by the sight of a greasy late 40's, bearded man. My uncle.

I can't help but break out into a grin. I had always liked my uncle Steve and Aunt Linda, but now that they were offering me a place to stay after what happened with my step father, I was more than grateful. "Hey Add, how's it hanging?" He asks as he wraps his arms around me in a tight hug.

"Can't complain...much" I give him a small smile. Honestly, it was hot and muddy and humid and I was in the middle of nowhere. As much as I loved my Uncle and was grateful, I already felt like this place was going to be my personal torment.

"Good to hear!", He announce as he pulls away but keeps a hand on my shoulder. "First things first, gotta get you different clothes. Unless you wanna get mauled, you gotta rep Alabama, and only Alabama". He chuckles but I could tell he was serious.

I raise an eyebrow. I would wear anything I wanted. I didn't even give any type of care for stupid sports teams. But if these Alabam-ians wanted to tussle over a sport team? Bring it. "Wait 'til Matt gets a load of this", he chuckles to himself. "Let's go see your aunt".

Steve was my real dad's brother and Linda was his wife, obviously. He leads me to a trailer which was only a few feet away from where we were standing. It was barely a double wide but the front was beautiful. It even had a nice wooden porch connected to it. A touch from my uncle, I was sure.

He leads me inside, helping with my bags when he sees I'm struggling. The inside was just as beautiful. When you enter, the first thing you see is a modern style living room with a few antique touches. Then to turn right is an open kitchen. To the left is a small hallway with a door at the end and and another one on the side.

There was a room beyond the kitchen which apparently was my aunt and uncle's room. They had a bathroom connected to it so I had my own bathroom​, except I had to share with also everyone who came over and had to pee. Or worse. Great.

I'm lead to my bedroom which was the door at the end of the left hallway. I open the door to see an already slightly decorated room. There was a twin sized bed with teal sheets and white pillows. The walls were in a soft pink color. It didn't technically match the bed but I liked it. There was a small desk against the wall and a small closet on the other side of the room. That was all, but it strangely seemed comfortable and homely. Nothing like my way too big room in Chicago.

I start unboxing some things. Such as my canvases and my brushes and paint, the only thing that kept me sane in the past 4 months after my mom married that monster. I moved on and hung up some clothes. It could have been hours, or maybe minutes when my door opened.

My aunt Linda, Chunky and short and dyed Blonde hair Linda pokes her head in and smiles widely. I stand and wrap my arms around her. "Baby girl!" She coos. We talk about the room a little and if I'm enjoying it so far.

My uncle comes in shortly after. "Would you go and get Matt from the garage, Addy? I promised him dinner", he asks. I nod and he explains where he is in the garage and I slip on my shoes and make my way outside. The sun was completely set and I didn't know my way around, so I went slow.

Right as I approached, someone came around the corner with a wrench, aimed right at me.