Patience is a Virtue (Promo Sample)

Depression

In the bustling of a city such as Chicago there was rarely a moment of silence which led Elton, Patience's brother, and his new fling, Callie, to look around frantically. Patience didn't feel that same anxiety as she leaned on the hood of the car that was being penetrated with the tools of Elton's handy-work. Her fingers barely fidgeting as she lifted her cigarette to her lips. The smoke that rose from it blending in to the fog of the city's night life.

Elton's strong arms made sure to flex for the girl who bit her lips with glee, almost too excited to be living the fast life with a criminal. His smile fading as he looked over at the smoke. "Introduce yourself, don't be rude."

Patience knew he was talking to her but she ignored him and looked over at the girl, Callie gave an awkward wave but that didn't faze the brunette who only looked back over to the view of the city's foggy streets. No one ever looked over at the stop light even when the alarm of the car went off. She wondered how much of that was a willful ignorance or a lack of observation. Everyone seemed to have that. For example Callie, who she felt look her up and down. Did Elton willfully ignore the fact his new girl looked at girls more than she looked at his biceps?

The engine purred louder than he would have liked so he immediately closed the door and put his seatbelt on. The only thing stopping him was his sister who held her hand out. "You get the money after you do something to help dip shit."

"I have work tomorrow. I've already been out with you for four hours." Her eyes tore away from him for a second to notice Callie hadn't gotten in his passenger seat yet. "Why can't she drive the back up?"

"Please munchkin, just to the warehouse and I'll give you the stack." His shifty eyes made sure no one was coming out to retrieve their car but Patience only rolled her eyes. "Take Callie." Rolling up the window he left the brunette to hold her tongue on the roof of her mouth, she backed up letting him sped away so she wouldn't stop him again, his peeling out interrupting the songs from a homeless man in the hidden alley. She stood there a minute longer hoping to see stars when she looked up but like always she saw nothing.

"Aren't we supposed to be like following him?"

Sniffling, Patience only nodded slowly before turning on her heels to go to her unsuspecting car. She could hear the heels of the girl trying to keep up with her. "What sorority house are you from?" Closing the door behind her she held her breathe for the chance the passenger side wouldn't become occupied, but she was mistaken as Callie giggled and turned on the radio.

"You don't look like your brother." She stretched the gum out on her finger and settled too far into the seat as she put her feet up on the dash, "he's a sexy Latino and your..."

Looking at her white hands against the black steering wheel, Patience suddenly wondered what her history looked like. "Maybe European..." she had said that out loud accidentally leaving Callie to laugh. Her hair blowing out of the window as they picked up speed on the highway, Elton driving faster in front of them hoping not to stay on the roads too long with a stolen car.

"No shit!" Callie moved the gum around in her mouth as she peered over once again, her flirtatious eyes were getting the better of her as she looked down at the chest of the girl that moved up and down calmly. "You don't talk much do you?"

"I do enough of that in therapy." Patience turned the corner and looked down quickly at the radio that played some metal music that she couldn't stand, it made the hair on her arm stand up and not in a good way. "Why are they screaming?"

"I had to go to therapy when my parents split. He was hella creepy."

Turning down the radio after she parked, Patience ignored the girl who went on about her troubled life and watched Elton run inside the shop of the warehouse, the lights were dimmed more on the outside of the real city making it a lot easier to take in the scene of the trashy areas. It was harder to see the overflowed cans when you could barely see five feet in front of you.