Maybe Love Does Exist

Chapter 7

Miserable... miserable is all I am.

I dug a little into my bare skin, just teasing it.
I'm ready.

Just when I was about to dig in again, the phone rang. Again. I wiped my wrist and put away my precious friend. I hurried along to pick up the phone and shout at Harry, he must of never give up. I just want him to leave me alone. I took a deep breathe and answered.

"I despise you. I told you to never call again. What do you want from me?"

"To come visit me young lady." she said.

"Aunt Mel" I gasp.

She's the only one that really cares about me. I'd rather have her as my mother. She lives two hours away, but that doesn't mean we can't have communication. Although she calls me every two months, but I understand... she is a very hard working woman. She travels almost every 4 days for business trips.

"I never knew you despise me, oh I will never call again." She chuckles.

"No I'm sorry I thought it was someone else..."

" I'm not going to ask who, your a grown woman and you don't need nagging. But if he/she is making some real trouble go to the police" she said.

"Thanks"

"Well now that we got that out of the way, the reason I was calling you is because your mother told me that you have a week off... And honey I know you don't do anything and won't do anything, why don't you come here and visit me? "

Yeah, obviously my mother told her. She wants to get rid of me.

I'm just a disturbance. Plus, she needs to fulfill her sexual needs.

" Sure. "

"That didn't sound that convincing" she teases.

"I'm just a lil tired, but I would surely like to spend time with you. " I have no choice, I had already been kicked out by my mother.

" I'll send my chaffer tonight, if that's okay? "

"It's okay Aunt Mel..." I really don't sound that convincing.

"Eight o'clock Hun" she snaps.

I just let out a slight okay and see you there, then she hangs up.

It was 5 minutes to 8, I had everything packed up. I was just sitting down in the couch, waiting ...until the door bell rang. I got my stuff together and opened the door. He had that familiar smell and that perfect height from someone I knew. But his face was unrecognizable. I figured out that he was the chaffer now that he had a suit, the hat, and the blackglasses. he was mute, volume down to zero, and his face dead straight. I could sense we were looking straight in the eye, but I wasn't sure because his shades were black as a button. He grabbed my suitcase and opened the door for me, I sliddered in and he shut it, slowly.

The trunk slammed and we were on our way, this car was ancient I could recognize it anywhere, a black Alfa Romeo Spider. My aunt was pretty rich but she never got rid of this old car. Her father gave it to her for her 18th birthday, or that's what they say. You can see she's taken good care of it, the motor is good, the paint is rad, the movement is steady and the seats are comfy. I tend to start a conversation with him. but he wouldn't bother answering, I guess he's only trained to answer to her.

"What's your name? " I ask again. No answer.

He just glared at me by the mirror.

"Not going to talk huh? " I test him.
No answer.

"Its okay, either way she pays you to drive not talk. " I'm not going to far. or am I?

He just kept driving, no sign of stress or anger. No sign of wanting to choke me or kill me.