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“Oh shit.” I get so distracted by the fun that I’m going to have that it isn’t until I have left the last town behind I realize that despite my promises to Lance I forgot to charge my cell phone and it already doesn’t have any battery. I’m going to have to find a coffee shop with a charging station along the way. Hopefully a few hours won’t be enough to have my brother losing his head over me. “Oh well, off the grid once more…”
Maybe one day I will get rid of my cell phone completely and I will really go off the grid, not that I think my brothers will accept that with ease, but that would be really fun. I like the idea of vanishing in the digital respect and just doing whatever the hell I want without giving anyone the ability to check in on me at all. But that’s something I would probably have to do with someone else because I wouldn’t want to get lonely. I haven’t ever experienced that yet but maybe that’s because of my cell phone and that thin link to the rest of the world.Chapter 2 – Kayla“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My heart hammers hard against my rib cage, my breaths are short and sharp, panic circles through my stomach so violently that I’m terrified I might throw up at any given moment. I am a fucking mess. Anxiety is killing me, I really don’t want to be in the middle of a panic attack today of all days, but I can’t seem to stop it from coming, from threatening to swallow me up whole. “Fucking hell, Kayla, what are you doing?”
I slide a little close to the middle of the road as I rest my hand on my burning hot fore head, so I snap myself back in to action once more. I can’t let my nerves make me crash this car, no way. My mother will absolutely tear my head off and she’s already going to be unimpressed with me for leaving so late, I don’t want to make it worse. She told me not to leave late, but then she also told me that I need to be ultra prepared so I was trying to focus on that side of things. I was going over the interview preparation that she has sorted for me.
Following in my mother’s foot steps was never going to be easy. She is one of the most ruthless, successful lawyers in the country. Everyone wants to be represented by her which is really impressive. But she brings that no nonsense attitude back home with her and she rests all of that pressure on me. I don’t know when it became my dream to be a lawyer as well, but it’s just always been assumed that I would do the same thing. And my mother has been endlessly supportive of that. She has paid to make sure that I’ve had the best education, sorted me out tutors for extra assistance when classes were hard, and always edged me in the right direction. She even sorted out this job interview for me for a top law firm that I would never be able to get in to on my own using her connections, so I have to always be grateful for that. That’s why I need to repay her by kicking ass on this interview and I also need to be on time which isn’t going to happen unless I pick up the pace.
“Fucking hell.” Tears prick in the corners of my eyes. This really isn’t a good look for today. It isn’t ideal at all. I need to be cool, calculated, and collected which all lawyers are expected to be. Stressed red cheeks and tears aren’t going to look good, are they? Especially not because it’s going to be stuffy old men who don’t necessarily believe that women can be as good a lawyer as men. The sort of guys that my mother would be able to take down with one withering look but that I definitely can’t have the same strength against no matter how hard I try. I might have inherited my mother’s intelligence but not her incredibly fierce personality.
“What the hell was that?” In the middle of my self induced melt down I didn’t notice a strange noise coming from the car. Not until the sight of smoke billowing out the engine catches my attention. “Oh God, not something else. What the hell is that?” I bang my hand on the steering wheel a couple of times. “No, no, no.”
I don’t know what to do, cars aren’t exactly my area of expertise, and in reality, all I can do is keep on driving. I am on such a tight dead line anyway that any other moments of distraction are going to be a problem. But the noise only gets worse and the smoke only gets worse and blacker, and soon the car begins to splutter in a way that I haven’t ever heard before and I don’t see any other option but to pull over to the side of the road for just a second. The car is stressed, like me, it just needs a break for a moment. It needs to catch a breath and so do I.
