The Pony Girl

Chapter 13

He drove her home, she was strange that day. Her smile coated with a fear that has never been there before. Her eyes puffed with water carefully not to let a drop fall, she looked at everything with a pause and then she would focus for a moment before turning to other. Drake sat surprised at the wheels trying to figure out things, he would occasionally smooth her hair and she would flash a humble smile. The sky was turning to a crushed melon at the far end of a fiery orange stretch. The chatter on the radio pricked the brooding silence. He pulled in for a restaurant, they walked through the dim lit hall, choosing a cabin of their own, they sat down the night themed partition. She looked at him straight through his eyes with a composed smile and didn't mind to look away untill her phone rang. She listened cheerfully then said " Holy shit..." She postured a quizzical face. She snapped the phone to the table. She laughed wide her jaws.... " Quinn's wife is missing, seems she ran away in his car " . The sting of sadness hiding in her face oozed out making her lips slouch down, she shook her head making her hair fluff side to side. She pressed the table gritting her teeth, the dishes arrived at an odd hour.

Olive , please. Look at me, hey , please. He lifted her chin to look at him. She was holding her mouth closed, her cheeks burning out the confused slap her life had thrown her now.

Let's go home, she rolled up her hair in to a bun. I gave a sigh, Ok ...come.

She scurried off to the car, the faithful wisps of the hot food followed them.

Drake ran behind as she made the stairs to her room.

Munchkin , he heard the familiar voice along the hall. He stopped and looked back at her.

" Do you even go to your home ? " He asked sulking his face.

" What was that for ? , I believe I went there two days ago " she shrugged with content.

" Mad people" he blurted and ran up.

She laughed pretty loud adjusting the cushion on her back.

These kids don't know what love can make of people. She said to herself.

He sat on her bed while she rinsed her face thoroughly taking her time.

Olive, let's fiddle through the problem. She nodded dabbing her neck with the towel standing in front of him.

Why would she run away ? She whispered.
Quinn loved her dearly, she was supposed to cherish him back. Damn that girl, what was she thinking. She screamed.

Yes, yes sit down. He patted making her sit on the sling chair.

How bad are we struck in business now ? He mumbled.

Quinn is terribly awful Right now. I think he doesn't care about his business now, he is so doomed.

Hmm, he must be.

What can I do to help him? It's quite embarrassing to be in this situation.

It's hard to do any favor to him.

***************

Quinn read her note again for the fifth time , it said " don't try to find me darling, I am sure, I will be alive somewhere in this world, I like getting lost as you know already"

He remembered her saying those words the first time when they had started seeing each other. Back to the days of summer flings, on each other arms, brimming with love in their eyes.

She does loves getting lost. He told himself grudgingly.

He stuck back the note to the refrigerator door carefully the way it was and pretended nothing actually had happened.