Sara couldn't breath. Her car was smoking big black cancerous clouds.
"Not now, baby, please" she silently begged her dam motor.
"Shit," now there was a small spark that leapt up; daring her to play.
She backed away; not seeing the soda can in her way. She fell down hard; thank god her ass was there to catch the fall.
"Could this get any worse?" she threw the cursed can up and away; challenging the sky, secretly begging for their windows to open up and let the rain poor in.
She buried her head in her knees. The gentle rumble of a working car taunted her. She ignored it, 'til it was so close to her ear that she could feel its hot breath.
"Hey! You trying to run me-"
Nick stepped out from behind the door. She had to squint through the sun's glowing adoration to catch his frame, but it was him. Dread filled her stomach, there was something else too, deep in the pit of her stomach, but it was eaten by the red hot anger.
She slowly boiled.
"Thought you could use a start," he smiled with the cable in his hands.
"It's no use. It's being purposefully stubborn," her death glares feed the fire. She slowly stood up, wiping off her bruised butt with a wince.
"Kind of like you," his smiled broadened, but he was searching her face.
"Let's give it a-" he moved forward but her arm shot out and grabbed his; tight.
"-I said leave it," she growled through her teeth.
At last he finally saw the beginning of what she was feeling; that the burnt pieces weren't just coming from the flaming car.
"Fine. Then you can ride with me," he shrugged.
"What if I don't want-" she cut herself off. She really had no choice. No one else to call. No time to lose. Fate had screwed her over once again.
"Fine." She gritted it through a clenched, unwilling mouth.
She opened the passenger side and slammed it behind her.
The drive was long but, surprisingly enough, it was not awkward. Sara held to her anger steadfastly, but as she stewed she couldn't help but feel comfortable. She just had to let go.
First, I have to set him straight.
As if reading her thoughts, Nick turned the dial of the radio 'til the some sort of covering noise seeped through.
"Emergency
I think I am falling apart
Emergency
I think I am losing the fight
And I don't know if I can do it
I don't know if I can try
I don't know if anyone asked the reason I lied"
Sara surprised herself when she leaned forward and twisted the dial in her direction, the music growing.
She jumped a little bit when her name came bursting out of the speakers. I was a wake up call. She shook her head, her hair blowing every which way. She hadn't realized the window was down, hadn't felt the cool wind whip her cheek.
They pulled into her driveway and the radio cut. Here goes nothing…