The Other Side
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Chapter 1:Maybe today could get better. It is only 6:33 am. But from the eerie look on the face of the woman currently standing in front of my car, take cover because the world is fucking ending! Mind you, I did just crash into the rear of her Ford. Big fucking deal! This happens all the time. Just five days ago I crashed my brand new Continental GT into a light post. Hilarious backstory but it earned me a lecture on life and where mine is going. Down the toilet according to my father, Thomas Dawson. It is currently at the body shop, Black Ink. And now, it is time to drop off the rental I was provided by the dealer. My buddy James will be so happy. He has owned the shop for 10 years now, and sometimes I think I am the fuel that keeps his business running; it helps that he is a miracle worker with cars.
'OK… time to get out', I gripped the steering wheel of the IS 350 I just crashed and looked at myself through the rear view mirror. Dark sunglasses covering my bloodshot eyes from a long night of drinking and partying. It is hard to believe its Monday given that the party did not end until 6AM. My hair a mess; falling over the sunglasses and standing up in weird angles at the back. I ran my fingers through it hoping to look more like a semi normal guy rather than homeless. The headache was worsening by the second and now my long overdue nap would have to wait a while longer. 'Inhale... exhale…' I acted out the words while pushing the door open and stepping outside. The sound must have awaken the woman from whatever nightmare she was in. 'Oh wait… it looks like she still is in one', I thought as her dark almost black eyes zeroed in on me. "You… have got to be kidding me", she said in a low rumbled voice that threaten to break all my bones if I got close enough. At her seemingly height of 5'5" I think I could survive that, but I rather not test it just now in my current condition. Her dark hair loose and waving pass her shoulders. A white blouse with some black line design and blue jeans adorned her thin body. Her face turning red from a slow boiling rage cooking up inside that little head of hers. Time for some crisis control.
"Would you look at that?" I said stumbling a bit closer to get a full view of the backside of the Ford. "Is that the new Mustang model? Looks cool!" I smiled and nodded in appreciation. "Are you drunk?" She questioned, her disbelieving eyes following my every moved. "Hungover… but come to think about it, maybe I still am drunk… ish." I turned my face towards hers. "Sorry about your rear" I motioned towards the car with my head. "I seem to have dented it a little." I said, acting apologetically.
"A little?" Her dark disbelieving eyes wide open. "A little?" She said louder this time. "You asshole! You ripped off the back bumper, turned my trunk into an accordion, and cracked my fucking rear window." The small aggravated woman half screamed, jabbing my upper chest with her index finger. "You can take you 'sorry' and shove it up where the light does not shine." She snorted in distaste. "So since sorry is not going to fix it … should I call the cops or do you have a better plan?" she said breathing heavier.
"I might…" I said lowly, glaring at her through my sunglasses. "Let me make a quick phone call and see". I gave her a once over and turned towards the car. "What the fuck was that?" I asked myself once I was far enough not to be heard. I reached around the open door and sat on the driver's seat.
-To Be Continued-