Getaway car
The clock strikes six pm and I'm very excited to leave. I don't know if it's for Mr.Lancaster or clocking out, but some how I'm excited. As Mr.Lancaster promised, there is a black car parked outside of my work place.
"I believe your name is Christopher?" I inquire holding my jacket in between my folded arms.
"Yes." Is all he manages to say. He opens the car door and motions for me to enter.
"No thank you I'll just take my- wait, WHERE IS MY CAR!?"
Christopher eyes me crazily. "It's parked inside Mr.Lancaster's garage."
I throw my hands up in defeat. I enter the vehicle this time thinking twice. Christopher shuts my door and walks around the front of the car.
"So umm, my name is Maria." I scoff at my own statement and roll my eyes. "I guess you already know that." Christopher chuckles. The engine makes a roaring sound as he starts the car playing with the stick shift.
I appear to be angry but I'm eternally grateful for this very beautiful moment. I, Maria Grace, is going to meet Mr.Lancaster! I bite my lip and squeeze my hands together before releasing an exaggerated sigh.
"Did your water burst?" Christopher jokes.
I- what? "Oh hush Chris!" I playfully smack his shoulder.
We turn around the corner and some how it feels as if the block is asleep. Their isn't a single soul active. Christopher slowly drives through the driveway and into a tunnel. The one and only underground garage. There are five cars. Two on my left and two on my right. I spot my car, blue and petite, parked in the very back. Well that's rude.
Mr.Lancaster waits with his hands placed together over his belly, matched with a huge contagious grin. Christopher opens my door and motions for me to exit. My grin instantly disappears as I remember where he parked my car.
"Couldn't find a better spot to park my car? That you stole-may I add." I stand with my left leg crossed over my right and my purse in hand.
"That's where I park garbage. In the back." Mr.Lancaster says with a deadpanned expression.
"Well then buy me a new one. One that isn't garbage." I reply challenging his expression.
"Ok. It'll be parked outside your home in the morning. Follow me." Mr.Lancaster casually says. I want to announce that I was playing but he already dismissed the conversation.
I follow him through a doorway that leads to stairs. I walk up the stairs my hand tracing the rail. He walks with...Pride. I wonder how many women have walked these same brilliantly designed stairs. There are roses blooming on every stair paired with a snake slithering it's way to the top. What does that mean?
"Mr.Lancaster-"
"Eaton."
As we finally reach the top we're faced with another door.
"What does the snake mean on the stairs? What is the snakes significance and it's correlation to you?" The door opens and we're in the living room of his home.
"Maria, rule number 1: don't ask questions." Eaton replies completely dodging my question.
"Well, I'm a journalist. All I do is ask questions." I say defensively.
"Not with me. Red wine or vodka?" He offers. A bartender approaches me with the two options.
"Water please."
Eaton chuckles to himself.
"Maria make yourself at home." Eaton says as he takes my things and place them on the large rectangular table.
"I live across the street." I dryly express.
"Not anymore I bought the home from you. I own it now. Ms.Price pour Maria a glass of chilling water please." Eaton says as he takes off his blazer.
I sit down on the couch crossing my legs knowing that Eaton didn't purchase my home. Eaton just paces back and fourth with this wide cocky grin. I cough to break the silence.
"Maria, listen, I've been watching you." I gasp and my mouth struggles to stay closed. My eyes widen and my heart races.
"Sorry, I know that was unsettling. Don't feel startled. If at any time you feel the need to leave you're more than welcome to do so." Eaton exclaims with worried eyes.
I'm not uncomfortable in the slightest. I'm more so tooken aback because I wouldn't expect this from him. He's so busy cheating on his wife who would've known he had this much time on his filthy hands.
"It's funny because I've been watching you too. I've been watching you long enough to know that your wife will be home soon. Long enough to know that I'm probably the sixteenth woman you've said that too. The sixteenth woman to walk those same stairs, or have their car stolen, and house bought, and offered drinks." I exclaim before bitting my bottom lip.
Eaton just sits next to me and I can hear the beat of his heart. We share worried but electric gazes. We're two star crossed lovers caught up in a trance.
"Listen, you struck a match and blew my mind!" Eaton excitedly says with fireworks in his big brown eyes.
I want to leave him, but I need a reason. He places his hand over mine and my eyes instantly dart to his. This is the spot where I fall apart.
Maria please don't fall for those mesmerizing eyes and touchy words.
"I-I have to leave." I lie uncomfortably. I stand up shakily tightening the grip around my purse. I thought this was what I wanted. All that bird watching for nothing. "Narcissist never win anyway. This is all just one big fantasy." I add. Eaton gives me a questioning expression.
Just as expected his wife enters the main door from behind us. We're caught red handed and now I definitely need a getaway car.
X marks the spot.
