Second Chances

Chapter:1

I didn't mind working myself to death. It was two years after high school graduation. Two years and three months since I've seen him. I don't care if I see him around. Last I heard he went with what he wanted to do and that was the last I heard. I went my own way as a car mechanic and detailer. So now I've buried myself deep within my work to force myself out of thinking about him.

I haven't dated since then. Guys have tried to ask me out, not getting anywhere. I refuse to date any other guy. He didn't listen to what I was saying. We would probably be married right now if he had stuck around. I finished the truck I was working on before lowering it and letting someone take it out. I got to work on the next one. Saturdays are half days for us. I usually stay all day though unless I can't.

When the alarm went off signaling the end of a day I finished up the truck I was on before clocking out. Today is one of those days that I can't stay all day. I went to my truck, grabbed a towel out of the backseat and covered the seat. I need to get a new seat cover for it because the one I've got on it now is ruined after years of wear.

I went to my house and went to my garage. A rich family member passed away last year and left the car fanatic of the family all of his prized possession cars. Me. He apparently knew I worked as a mechanic and gave me his cars and land to live on. The garage overlooks the dirt racetrack he owned on one side of the property and a lake that was viewable from the house that is enclosed on the property.

That's where I spend most of my time off work, peering out at the lake and in the garage. Another thing the family member did was collect every color of every car he got. I'm still going through them and picking out the ones to keep for the collection and selling the ones that could go to someone else who collects. So far I've put a piece of paper on the ones to sell and which to keep.

The entire afternoon I was in the garage picking out which to sell and which to keep. "Ambree!" A voice yelled. "Over by the 1910 models." I yelled back. Three different sets of boots were hitting the concrete floor. I heard a low whistle, as if they were impressed. Dumb and dumber must have found a new friend to show me off to. I went on to the 1900 cars and trucks.

"Going through the collection?" Maxwell said as he and his buddies approached. "Yup. Then have to move them." I said. "Need any help?" Brody asked. "Not today." I said as I put the sell sign on a car. I then went down the line that I already got seeing that I decided to keep a red 1950 Chevy truck. I may not like Chevys but this collections' worth millions and every time I sell a full collection to a collector I get a large paycheck to put into a charity or to somewhere that needs the money.

That's what I do. That family member told me specifically to keep at least two of each vehicle. That's exactly what I'm going to do. I went up to the house the three still following. One had sunglasses on to where I couldn't see his eyes. He didn't look familiar at all.