Broken

chapter 11

Salvatore

Thanks?

Did that sound desperate?

I sighed and rolled the windows of my truck down. I needed fresh air.

I reached for my phone to call Jason since he was not at school today, that's strange. No matter how frequently he partied he doesn't miss school. His grades are almost perfect if not perfect, since they say no one is perfect.

After two rings he picked up, I dropped my phone on the dash board and put the call on speaker.

"Hey," he said.

"I didn't see you at school today," I said immediately.

"Tuesday fever," He replied making me laugh out loud.

"What's Tuesday fever?" I asked amused.

He replied with a laughter that didn't sound real.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him. He sounded tired and stressed.

"Yeah! I'm good," he replied trying to sound okay but his voice betrayed him.

"You don't sound like it" I replied and suddenly felt relaxed as the breeze hit my skin.

I decided to take a tour round this small town before going home or maybe visit Jason, he sounded like he has not slept for days.

Instead of taking the usual right turn, I turned to the left, I don't usually take this route. I find it funny that I've never gone through this place since we've moved here.

"I've gotta go, I'll call you later," he said cutting me off.

"Okay," I replied and he ended the call. Something is definitely wrong.

After making about five more turns and taking glances at buildings that looked alike, I found myself in an unusual place. There were so many uncompleted buildings with men working on them and the road was narrow. I wanted to turn back but there was no turning point. I drove further and took another turn, I sighed when I sighted McDonalds. I could help myself with hamburger.

I parked my truck in the small parking space beside McDonald's and walked in. I bought hamburger and French fries then, returned to my truck. I was about to drop the bag of food on the seat but was startled when I felt someone tapping my shoulder.

"Hey, you dropped this," the person said and handed my wallet.

How possible?

I just paid for the stuff I bought.

He looked middle age with a little wrinkle on his face. He has a golden brown eyes and a light brown hair. He was wearing a paint stained pants and shirt. His hands looked tired of working.

"Thanks" I replied with a big smile. I collected my wallet from him, opened it, pulled out a 200 box and handed it to him. Probably, he needs money. People rarely return wallets to their owners these days.

"What? No don't do that, you're insulting me," he replied with a frown. I quickly apologized and he gave me a bright smile.

"You should be more careful," he said before he turned and joined a group of men wearing paint stained cloths. They seemed like painters.

Something about the man reminded me of Ciara.

Here we go again, Ciara.

The first thing that now came to my mind after meeting a stranger was Ciara. Jezus!!

I shook my head and entered my truck it was almost time for schools to close for the day. A small smile played on my lips while I found my way home. I decided to get ice cream before going home, seems like she's an ice cream lover. I'm not so sure, but I saw her taking ice cream when I got to Maddie's house and within minutes  went to the ice cream parlor and she didn't mind.