by Angel Steel
Shifting into first gear, she took off up the street and towards Zeb’s house. When he gave her his address, something about the street name was familiar to her. It didn’t take her long to realise her friend, Candice, lived on the street behind his. He obviously hadn’t lived there that long because she never saw him around. And she would have noticed him.
Turning down his street, she leaned over towards the passenger side, looking at the numbers of all the houses. 234, 236, 238. She needed 422.
Driving down the street a little further, she had several houses to go before she arrived at his. Slowing her speed, not wanting to miss the driveway, she noticed a black pick-up truck parked on the same side as Zeb’s house. Squinting her eyes to get a better look, she had seen that exact truck before, she just wasn’t sure where. Pulling to a stop and parking behind a red Mazda two cars down from the pick-up, she hopped out and realised who it belonged to.
She didn’t know he lived on the same street as Zeb. Shaking her head, this was her chance to talk to him. To actually say more than one word to him. Straightening her clothes, she stepped towards the pick-up.
As she passed the tailgate of the black truck, she heard a noise coming from inside. Frowning, she quickened her pace, hoping nothing was wrong. She stepped closer to the driver’s window, lifted her hand ready to tap on it and froze dead still at what she saw.
Her eyes widened as she watched what was happening inside. Oh, my fucking God! Covering her mouth with her hand, she dropped to the ground, trying to breathe.
Closing her eyes, the image flashed before her. Again and again. Oh, God! She had to move. She cursed, but her legs didn’t move. More noises slipped from the truck, hitting her full force. MOVE, SKILYR! she screamed at herself inside.
Crawling to the end of the truck and to the next car behind it, she stood up and ran. She ran as if her life depended on it.
Her hands trembled as she tried opening her door. “Shit. Breathe,” she mumbled. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the handle. She cried out as the door opened and she jumped in.
Starting the engine, slamming it in first gear, she ripped the steering wheel around. She spun one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, facing the way she came in and planted her foot to the ground to get out of there.
Screeching around the corner, she breathed easier the further she got from the truck. Never in her wildest dreams, thoughts, whatever you wanted to call them, did she expect to ever witness what she saw. She never would have picked him to do something like that. Nope. Never. Her judgment on a person was spot on, but that changed dramatically with him now.
THE END!
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