Mary's Bones

THIRTY

The glare we shared hadn't gone unnoticed. I could feel the rainfall weighing down my umbrella as I watched every heavy droplet pounce onto her poncho.

"Of course!" Veronica laughed. There was nothing humorous about the noise though.

She turned on heels and threw her hands in the air. I opened my mouth to retort but a gasp soon shot out of hers. I could practically see her heart dropping to her stomach as she took in the damaged front side of her car. She was almost at a loss for words. Almost.

"M-my," she stuttered, "my car! Are you shitting me!? Oh my gosh." Her face reddened. If she was a cartoon character, the fumes would have been smoking from her ears.

"Why were you driving so slow!?" She pointed.

"Me!?" I shouted. "Where the hell were you speeding to!? Can't you see the roads are slippery? Who told you to drive so close to my car in the first place? Don't you know what driving at a car's length means? Where did you even come from!?" I shot out question after question.

There was no one driving down the road when I drove onto it. Not too many people drove down the backroads of New Jersey anyways, except for service trucks. At least, in these parts. Jesus, if she was going to be reckless and hit me, she could have at least waited until we were closer to one of the neighborhoods ahead.

Instead, we were stuck on this narrow strip trapped between the woodside and a silver gate

"All I did was turn the corner and then bam!" She scoffed.

"Oh, so you turned right into my car? Did you speed around the corner so fast you didn't see me? Is that what you're trying to say? Because that's quite a lot of speed. Just saying." I let out a hard laugh.

She dodged the question by sucking her teeth and continuing, "God, this can't be happening right now. Who the hell is going to pay for this? Do you know how much this car cost!?"

"Well, if it costs that much, then maybe you're capable of paying for the repairs!" I shot back.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes twitching. "Deep breaths, Veronica. Deep breaths," she said, I assumed, to calm herself.

I couldn't find it in my heart to care that she was on the edge of a meltdown. I wanted nothing more than to toss this woman somewhere. Her and her stupid car. That was all she cared about. What about my car?

She headbutted right into the back of my vehicle! I could've gotten hurt. Her precious car's damage would've been nothing compared to the medical damage she could have caused Rosemary and I.

I breathed in, then out. "Listen, it's pouring down rain. I'm tired. And nothing is going to change with us standing in the middle of the damn road arguing! Let's just hurry up and call someone out here to help."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I've already done so," she spoke those words through clenched teeth. She then dug into her pocket for her phone, afterwards snapping pictures of the damage.

My guess was, whoever she called, she told them it was all my fault. If she was smart, she'd have called 9-1-1 and let them know we were in an accident. I hoped she was smart. I'd do it just in case she didn't though. Since the first time I met her a few days ago, it was obvious she blamed everyone but herself for the things that happened around her. This incident was no exception.

"They'll be here as soon as possible." She stormed off before I could retort.

Wow. Fucking marvelous.

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my own phone, snapping a few pictures from multiple angles. I then stormed back to my own car.

She hadn't even asked if I was okay! That would've been the normal reaction, wouldn't it? Being that I was pregnant and all. Instead, we played the blame game until one of us gave in—which no one had.