I should have changed and grabbed my purse, cell, and keys.
I’m in the neighborhood, but there should be a gas station a little further down. Maybe I can use their phone.
I walk down the street, praying that I don’t run into anyone. The people will think that I’m crazy walking around in a wedding dress. Geeze, this is like something from a movie or book.
This can’t be happening to me.
Hell, it is.
It’s my fault.
I should have been more controlled and thought clearly before running off without anything. But Dad’s words killed me. I don’t give a rat’s ass what Roberto said because I’m not going to marry him, but Dad said I’m not his daughter.
Then who in the hell am I?
I start running again in case they find out that I’m gone. I run to the gas station and into the store.
“Excuse me, could I please use your phone,” I say to the older man.
He stares at me and shakes his head.
“No phone. No phone,” He says, shaking his head.
Fuck!
I walk outside and not one car is there. This is fucked up. I walk to the side of the station near the bathrooms. I
Fuck this dress.
I pull at it, trying to tear the skirt to make it shorter, but no such luck. The damn dress is holding up well.
Five
Diablo
“Thanks, Prospect,” I say, closing the cage door. I walk across the drive to the front door of Satan’s Warrior MC mechanical shop, Warrior Shop.
I walk into the shop office and look at my Brother Rock, resting my hands on my waist and lifting my chin.
“Rock, is it all good?”
“VP, the bike is running smoothly. I fixed the clutch issue and did an oil change,” Rock says, getting my keys from the key bank.
“Thanks for fixing the clutch,” I say, grabbing the keys from the counter.
I look at my Brother, one of our mechanics who works at the Warrior Shop, fixing cars and cycles. A few other Brothers also work here.
“Brother, welcome,” Rock hums, wiping the grease from his hands, staring out the garage.
“Are you okay,” I ask, looking at him.
He looks up, gathers his brow, and nods/
“Yeah, just a little worried about my mom; she’s going through chemo,” Rock says, crossing his arms.
“I’m sorry to hear that she’s going through that. If you need time off, take it, no worries. You need to be there for your mom and make sure she has the best doctors. We’re here for you; we’re with you every step. Remember, you’re not alone, Brother; you have us. We will pray for her,” I say, resting my hand on his shoulder.
“Fuck! That feels good, having the Brother's support. Yes, I would like to take time off,” Rock says, nodding.
