I sat alone at a diner booth in a quaint little place. It was nearly deserted with the exceptions of the cook, a waitress or two, a few patrons and a couple of bikers. I stared down at the letter, file and phone before me. I rubbed my arms, not understanding why I was cold. I shook my head and got up to leave. My mind was racing as I gathered my things. I deeply breathed as I shouldered my bag and left money for my untouched Pepsi.
I open the door and step outside, my gaze going to my Hellcat Charger. The paint, though new was already peeling and chipping in places where it had been touched up. I shake my head and unlock the door, sliding into the driver's seat.
I didn't know where I would go but my mom said that I would find my dad here. I never really knew him growing up because he left before I was 10. I start my car, or try to. A soft clicking noise was made every time I turned the key over.
"Are you fucking kidding me," I snap at the thin air.
I groan softly and place my head on my steering wheel frustrated with my car. I get out and walk back into the diner, glancing up at one of the waitresses. I knew it was very late at night, but I didn't know what to do. This was the first time that my car didn't start. I didn't know what to do or who to call at this point.
"You alright miss," I hear a husky male voice ask.
"Car won't start," I muttered, hands in my pockets, "first time in three years.".
"Maybe I can fix it I do know a bit about cars," He tells me.
I look up and I meet a pair of grey eyes looking down at me.
"Alright," I nod, still feeling cold. I looked down at my light hoodie, jeans and boots.
"Here," He says handing me his jacket, "I'm Jax.".
I take the jacket, sliding it over my arms, "Thanks.".
"No problem. Where are you staying," He says concern laced in his voice.
"No where at the moment," I say, "Just kinda got into town.".
"I know we just met but I have an extra room in my place if you want to stay there," He says smiling softly.
"What's the catch," I ask.
"No catch. That way you have a place to stay and then I can fix your car.".
"Thank you," I say, "oh, and I'm Thalia.".
"Nice to meet you," He says with a smile that made my heart melt.
"So Jax," I muse, "what would cause a Hellcat Charger to suddenly quit running?".
"I don't know. Let's attach it to my bike and I can bring it to the shop.".
I lead him out and kick the front left tire of my car, "She ain't pretty.".
"I don't mind. It's a nice car," He says then drives his bike over to where I was. He hooked up the car to his bike. He handed me his helmet, "Hop on.".
I bite my lower lip, then I get on the bike. I immediately wrap my arms around his torso as I begin to fear I'd fall off. I bury my face in his back and I hear him chuckle.
"We're here," He says after 15 minutes.
I slowly sit up, looking around. I then realized my heart was hammering in my chest.
"Here help me put the car on one of the bays so I can fix it in the morning.".
I do as told, my mind racing like a rabbit on caffeine. I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. After we push the car in the bay he looks at me, smiling softly. I shake my head, grabbing my laptop backpack, suitcase and duffle bag. I barely registered the picture of myself, my mother and whom is supposedly my father fall from one of my bags.
I heard Jax crouch to the ground, then I heard him pick something up. He taps my shoulder, "I think you dropped this.".
I turn around and take it from him. I run my left thumb over my mother's face, blinking away tears. When I was done with my pity party I squared my shoulders, Jax's expression a mix of shock and concern.
He showed me to a guest room and said, "Hope everything goes well for you.".
What do I do now?