The Unholy

5. Metal

Let's do this.

-Squidly

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          I huffed out an even breath as I stared at the stop light in front of the candy red truck. After an uneventful morning running errands for my father which consisted of mundane tasks at small shops in town and the weekly stop at the liquor store to tell the distributor what was to be delivered to the house, my eyes were heavy and I wanted to go home and go back to sleep. Although I knew that I couldn't do that, because even hours later, it being well past noon my mother was probably still in the midst of her shenanigans with her pool boy.

  The thought about the pool boy being that fighter from the other night  has her shook to the bone, did she know she was in bed with a criminal? Did she care? Was Susan stupid? Even if the fighter was Abbi's step brother, could he be trusted? I knew for sure that Abbi couldn't be trusted, so what does that mean for Declan? An uneasy feeling rolled through my stomach at the questions that plauged my thoughts. I shook my head and tried to distract myself by turning up the radio as the light turned green and I eased the gas pedal. A billow of black smoke blew from the stainless pipe that exited from bed of the truck behind the window. The flower shop was only ten minutes away and that didn't leave me much time to get my thoughts together.

One thing is for sure, if my mother happened to be in over her head with this poolboy, Declan, there was no way I was helping her out her mess. Not only because she made her bed, but because who was she? Setting her up and forcing a relationship on her only daughter with a pompous anal hair like Nathan? 

I should tell my father is what I really should do but I knew I never would, because as much as he had been a shit father to her for the last couple years, that face I knew he would make when I spoke the words would never be worth it. 

A blaring honk pulled me out of my thoughts, and as I moved down the road at the speed limit, I looked in all the mirrors to see who was getting brake checked today. I wasn't in the mood with angry drivers, I was only trying to make it to my job and mind my own business. But no, everyone has to make my day just a little bit harder. 

The rear end of the truck blocked the view of whatever small car was riding my ass, and with a roll of my eyes I huffed again and hit the brake a little slowing down a good five miles per hour. The blaring honk came once again and finally the car swerved to the left, most likely to see if anyone was coming to pass me. It was a gunmetal gray GTR and for some reason the car looked familiar. I slowed down a little farther when I saw a car coming from the other direction and and flipped my long red hair behind my shoulder. 

My patience was wearing thin and apparently so was the persons who was driving the car behind me. I got a glance of the driver and he looked like a younger male, and he looked absolutely livid. I didn't care though. I could do this all day. Rhonda at the shop had always not cared about my late arrivals at work sometimes, so that meant I had all evening to ruin this mans day.

The car swerved to the left again and this time I took a note to look at the license plate. I sat up a little in my seat to see it. I did a little double take when it finally came into view though, the license plate read "VONHLAWS". Von H Laws. Von H Laws.

That is my dads car.

But that isn't my dad.