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He is loading my Bette to his truck on the side of the street like a stray animal.
This can’t be… my throat closing in on itself, the temperature rises and the air doesn’t seem to reach my lungs fast enough yet my feet pick up speed.
Tears already form in my eyes. “Please, that’s my van,” I say in panic.
“This is a no parking zone lady, pay attention to the signs next time,” he speaks but half of his words are in slow motion as panic starts to overwhelm me.
Heat courses through my bloodstream and sweat dampens my pink strands.This is not happening to me.You’ve got to be kidding me.
Alright, focus. Pleading for mercy, I can do it.
“It’s my house, I live there,” I claim in an exasperated tone, sniffling through glossy eyes.
“Not my problem. I’m just doing my job.”
He’s right but what a jerk. Leave a woman homeless on the street with nowhere to go. Yeah, maybe my mind was occupied with other things. Now I’m being punished for it.
“Lenny, you forgot your skateboard.” Someone mentions my name.
What am I supposed to do now?
“Please I have nowhere to go.”
“What seems to be the problem here?” Now that he is closer, the deep aggravated tone of Dean’s voice travels to my ears.
I spin toward his direction, the confusion settles along his features when he notices the mess I am.
I point to the truck, “It’s my van.”
“Lady, nothing I can do from here. Come to the pound tomorrow, pay the fee, and get your van back.” The ignition of the truck roars to life, taking my sanity and peace of mind with it. “Now excuse me, have a great afternoon.”
It’s so great I want to pull my hair and cry.
He doesn’t have a soul.
Thishome hijacker.
I don’t know if I want to laugh, cry, or shout from the top of my lungs.
All of the above, Lenny.
Please forgive me.
Calculating my options, sleeping on the beach is the first thing that comes to my mind but I also lost my transportation.
I guess… I can walk to the beach.
Not how I planned my day. I didn’t have many plans really, but I still didn’t expect this to happen.
“Care to fill me in on the details.” Dean stands in his broad, towering posture. Arms crossed yet somehow he manages to hold my skateboard in his large palm while a pensive expression takes his face hostage.
“Hmm, I just watched my house being taken away.” I shrug like it’s nothing except it is everything I own. On a Friday. And all my stuff is there.
A sigh escapes my lips.
“Oh shit.” He softens his gaze, “I’m sorry that sucks. Do you have anywhere to go?” His white sneakers pause an inch from my pink Converse.
His hand is clenching to a fist at the side of his frame, and those bright blue eyes are searching between mine.
