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The Mechanic: Opening Chapter
JohnnyOnTheSpot
Banned by request
in Zocalo v2.0
Okay its almost officially done I started working on this project starting in November. It almost has copyright approval though the case is still open and my ISBN is pending but opinions are wanted.
Thanks go to:
Michelle Minervini: As Mac’s Psychologist
Doctor Rosario Inchon: as Mac’s Psychiatrist
Craeg Markerie Bennet: For Cover Illustration
Andrew Sanjanwala: For Technical Information
Asha Grant: For reminding me how this story would end
PJ Grady Delorean Auto Body
Gonzalo Guevera: For Technical Information, and my first car
West Hempstead Fire Department
Those who lost their lives on Nassau Boulevard to a pointless accident.
The Mechanic
He looked over the car with the eye of a jeweler to a diamond. He inspected everything carefully. The exhaust was peeling off the back, the spark plugs were covered in soot, and there was an oil leak. This kid did not take care of his car. It pissed him off. Macinson Andrews had been working on cars for twenty some years. He was now 31 years old. He made good money but almost always it was the same story. People do not respect their cars.
“Hey buddy, how long is this gonna take and how much is it gonna cost me?” asked the kid.
Mac did the calculations in his head. The minor things could be handled quickly, five hours tops. The oil leak would be something else entirely. He’d have to remove the 150 lb automatic transmission, disconnecting the various drivetrain components to get there. Then remove the flywheel and the rear main seal. That would take about 20 man hours. The kids words echoed in his mind “Hey Buddy...” It angered him but he made his calculation fair and suppressed the emotion.
“It’ll take about 20-25 hours to get her back in shape. Its gonna cost ya around three hundred fifty.” Said Mac.
“That long?!” expressed the kid.
“Yep.” confirmed Mac.
“Common man you gotta be able to get it done faster than that. I gotta a girl and school and shit.” pleaded the kid.
“Sorry there is nothing I can do. Thats the best I can do for ya pal.” said Mac.
The kid stared at the ground and yelled “Fuck!”
He infact had a party to go to tonight him, his girlfriend and her best friend were offering him a three some. If he could pick them up.
“Sorry ya shoulda taken care of your car.” said Mac.
“Fuck You Asshole!” yelled the kid.
“Okay, well you want me to repair the car or not pal?” said Mac, burying the urge to yell.
The kid was frustrated now and did not know what else to do.
“Alright...do it but just fix it as fast as ya can.” said the kid.
The kid’s frustrations continued and he made a call to his girlfriend.
“No, not tonight babe.” said the kid.
“Yeah, yeah.” said the kid into the phone.
“Alright babe talk to ya later.” said the kid disappointed.
“FUCK!” He yelled and threw the phone into the street. Mac watched the phone skid onto the street.
Despite the kid’s rudeness Mac felt empathy with him. He had similar frustrations in the past, but never with a woman other than his mother. The kid started to walk off when Mac approached him.
“Give me your cell number, I’ll see what I can do okay?” said Mac.
The kid looked at him curiously.
“Did you not see the cell phone just fly outta my fuckin’ hands?” said the kid.
“Go get it, give me your number.” said Mac.
The kid picked up the cell phone out of the middle of the street. He gave Mac his number. Mac wrote it down on paper because he did not own a cell phone.
“I’ll have the car for you by 6 PM.” said Mac.
The kid smiled.
“Your not shittin’ me right?” asked the kid.
“Nope.” said Mac.
Mac told his boss, James what he was planning on doing and took the rest of the day off with the kid’s car. Mac returned to his house with a six pack of Heineken and a pack of cigarettes standing by. He worked diligently taking a small break here and there to drink and smoke. Mac finished just around 5:34 PM, the car was as good as new.
He went into his house and placed a call to the kid.
“Hey kid, your car is ready.” said Mac.
“NO SHIT! Your kidding?” expressed the kid.
“Yep just gimme’ your address and I’ll drive it over.” said Mac into the phone.
“Your fuckin’ awesome man! Okay I live on Madison Ave. in West Hempstead...” the kid went on.
As the kid continued to tell him the address, Mac stuck the keys in the ignition and turned the wheel.
“Alright I’ll be there in five minutes.” said Mac.
Mac put the car in drive and used his sense of direction to find the address. What he found was a quaint two story house similar to his own. The kid was waiting outside.
“Fuck yeah!” yelled the kid.
Mac stopped the car and opened the drivers side door. He left the car and handed the keys to the excited teen.
“You just saved my life man. How the fuck do I repay you?” asked the kid.
“Just take care of your car.” said Mac.
“Yeah, I will I..I..Promise!” said the kid, practically ready to hug Mac.
“Good, pick up the Shop Manual and get some tools. If you need a hand you can call me.” said Mac.
“Yeah, yeah, sure man.” said the kid, completely ignoring what Mac had said.
The kid phoned his girl friend on his cell phone.
“Yo babe! Ya never gonna believe it. I got my car back!” said the kid excitedly.
There was a long pause as the kid listened.
“WHAT?!” yelled the kid.
“You gotta be kiddin’ me I got the car now and you don’t wanna do it?” asked the kid.
The kid was pacing now on the sidewalk. Mac observed, but did not draw an opinion. The kid made eye contact briefly as he was pacing and Mac looked away.
“Yeah right, fuck you!” said the kid into the phone.
The kid hung up the cell phone and slammed it on the sidewalk.
“Women!” yelled the kid.
“Yeah women, do you think I can get a ride back home?” asked Mac.
“Oh shit sorry, yeah no problem man.” said the kid.
The kid picked up the cell phone. Then Mac and the kid entered the car. The kid turned the ignition and put the car in drive. They began to drive off.
“So where do you live anyway?” said the kid.
“Oh Osborne.” said Mac.
“I know where that is I’ll get ya there.” said the kid.
There was a momentary silence. The kid expected Mac to talk, but he did not. Mac was infact thinking about the kid’s ability drive. Mac thought of the kid’s driving ability and considered he may not have a full license yet or had not been driving for long. He did not ask though and kept the question to himself. He noticed several mistakes, but neglected to comment till one of them bothered him.
”Under steer.” said Mac.
“Huh?” said the kid.
“Your over steering, best to under steer its safer.” said Mac.
“How do I do that?” said the kid.
“Just don’t turn so hard.” said Mac.
“Oh okay.” said the kid.
The kid began to think curiously about Mac. What was this guy really about anyway?
“So hey man, thanks for the fix up.” said the kid.
“No problem, just take care of the car.” said Mac.
The kid thought he would take a risk and offer the man a favor.
“Yeah, so uhh you smoke?” said the kid.
“Yep got a pack right here.” said Mac.
“No, haha I mean green man, pot, MARY-JANE, ya know.” said the kid.
“No, I uhh missed out on that.” said Mac.
Mac never really had experimented with drugs in highschool. He never had let anyone in close enough to allow that to happen. The kid let go of the wheel at the next stop. He pulled from his black leather jacket a rolled up joint and motioned it to Mac.
“Wanna take a pull?” asked the kid.
“I uhh don’t know.” said Mac.
The kid lit the joint with a lighter he pulled out of his jacket pocket and took a puff. The kid inhaled desperately. Mac stared at the kid partially in shock, partially in awe. Mac wondered just what he was experiencing.
“Whats it like?” asked Mac.
“GOOOOOD shit man.” coughed the kid.
“Try it!” said the kid excitedly.
Mac absorbed the kid’s enthusiasm and decided he would take a pull on the joint.
“Alright.” said Mac.
Mac carefully took a pull on the joint. At first he felt nothing at all. Then began experiencing a slight amount of anxiety. His heart began to pound and Mac’s thoughts became scattered. He thought back to his father, when he was nine, working on his 1976 Dodge Charger. God damn the man told him everything, he was a genius. Shit, damn, I fucked up, thought Mac. He handed the joint over to the kid.
Mac exhaled and tried to relax while the kid was taking another pull. There was moment of silence between them. They were both thinking hard. The kid thought of his girl friend and fantasized about the orgy that was not to be. Mac continued to reflect on the past imagining what it would be like to see his father today. He felt depression seeping in just then and remembered just how his father had died when he was ten.
He was watching T.V. when they had the old house in Melville. His mother approached him.
“Honey, we have to go to the hospital.” said his mother.
“The hospital? Why mommy?” said Mac.
“Its daddy hes not feeling good, okay?” she said with sadness.
“Why, whats wrong with Daddy?” said Mac.
“Just come, we have to go okay?” she said.
“Okay...” said Mac.
They marched off to his mother’s 1979 Ford Pinto. They entered the car and drove off in silence for most of the ride.
“So hows school honey?” she asked.
“Good.” he said.
“Make any new friends?” she asked.
“No, not really.” he said.
“Well you should, its not good to just watch T.V. all day ya know?” she said.
“I like watching daddy work on the car.” he said.
“I know ya do...” she said with sadness.
The kid interrupted Mac’s moment of nostalgia just then.
“Yo...Nother’ pull?” asked the kid.
“Sure, yeah.” said Mac.
The kid motioned to hand Mac the joint but dropped it on the middle seat.
“Shit.” said the kid.
Mac picked up the joint and pulled on it heavily. He coughed lightly as he exhaled and the anxiety increased ten fold. The kid turned on the car’s audio system “Notorious Thugs” was playing. The kid continued to drive and had just crossed the turnpike that would lead to Osborne Road.
“Yo, you listen to Biggie?” asked the kid.
“Huh?” said Mac.
“Ya know Biggie Smalls, Notorious Thugs Bro?”
“No, never.” said Mac.
“You know man, I love it when you call me big poppa!” he exclaimed.
Mac went back in time again in his mind. He remembered walking up the hospital steps, each step as intimidating as the other. Reaching the top and walking with his mother into the lobby of the hospital. He recalled trying to shut his eyes it being far too bright for him.
“Mom, its too bright in here.” he complained.
“Don’t worry about it, we have to see daddy.” she said.
Mac followed in tow with his mother. They headed together to the Visitor’s Center. The mother waited online patiently behind an elderly couple. They were asking where to go to get flu shots. Mac remembered looking around nervously and pulling at his mother’s skirt.
“Honey what?” she said exasperated.
“Wheres daddy?” he said.
“Just sit down okay, I’m gonna find out soon.” she said.
Mac took a seat on the plastic chairs that littered the Visitor’s Center. He looked at his mom, then was distracted by some magazines. He sifted through the magazines till he had found Motor Trend. He began to ogle the cars he was now seeing page by page. He saw the beautiful women attached to these cars and began to wonder if they knew how to actually drive them. His mother broke his concentration.
“Mac, honey lets go, where gonna see daddy now.” she said.
Mac stood up from the chair and began to follow his mother out of the Visitor Center. Mac blinked to focus again. It was still far too bright in the halls of the hospital. He looked in each passing room wondering just which one contained his father, the mechanic. Each room he stared into made him cringe, it was mostly the elderly, and those who were young and dying. He looked up at the sign above the hall, it read “Intensive Care Unit.” He did not know what that meant at the time.
Mac’s mother stopped in front of a room, she looked up at the number hanging above the room. It read 2019, this was the room she was looking for. She started walking in and Mac began to follow. She turned to Mac and kneeled down to his eye level.
“Mac stay here for a little okay?” she said.
“Kay’ mom.” he said accepting her command.
Mac looked on in the room and stared. He waited for his mother to go out of sight. Then followed her in, just peaking behind the wall. He saw his father and mother talking quietly.
“Yeah, not long though its spreading pretty fast. No clue how much longer.” said his father.
“I’m sorry.” she said.
“Yeah don’t worry about it, its just time to go ya know.” said his father.
She looked into his eyes and patted him on the head. His once thick dark brown hair had become a thin sandy blonde, from the radiation. She could see the weakness and the pain he was experiencing, It saddened her. She thought back to all she had done to him as a person but could not bring herself to tell the truth. Her tears began to stream just then.
“Honey its okay, don’t worry. You have enough money to keep the house and take care of Mac.” he said.
“Its not that...” she cried.
“I love you.” he said.
“I love you too but its...” she said.
Mac’s father caught him out of the corner of his eye.
“MAC!” he tried to yell.
Mac walked out from behind the wall and came up to the bed where his father rested.
“Mac didn’t I tell you to wait outside?” she said.
“I wanted to see daddy.” he said.
“Come here kid.” said his father with a smile on his face.
His father spread his arms widely giving Mac enough room to hug him. Mac returned the gesture and hugged his father. Mac felt sadness then, he knew what he had to ask.
“Daddy are you dying?” Mac asked.
“Yeah, don’t worry though mommy is gonna work everything out alright?” said his father.
“Okay.” said Mac. He didn’t know what else to say or feel.
There was a moment of silence between the three of them. A nurse approached just then from behind the wall. The nurse whispered something in his mother’s ear.
“Okay, Mac honey we have to go for a bit.” said his mother.
They began to walk out of the room leaving behind a father and a husband.
“Mac! wait a second.” yelled his father.
Mac ran back to the bed.
“The car is yours when your older, finish it alright?” he said referring to the 76’ Dodge Charger.
“I will dad.” said Mac.
“Come a little closer, I gotta tell ya one last thing.” he said.
“Always treat a woman like you would a car, take care of her and she’ll always come back.” whispered his father. Mac did not understand then but remembering the advice wondered if it would have actually worked. His father winked then passed out. He was dead.
“Yo, we’re here.” said the kid.
“Oh.” said Mac coming out his trance.
Mac began to leave the car but the kid stopped him.
“The joint.” said the kid.
“What?” asked Mac.
The kid pointed to the joint Mac had forgotten about in his hand.
“Oh yeah, here.” said Mac and handed the kid the joint.
“Thanks for everything man.” said the kid.
“No problem, call me anytime.” said Mac.
“Yeah, man.” said the kid.
Mac exited the vehicle and the kid drove off. Mac stumbled up the steps, time seemed to operate in slow motion. It appeared to him as if it took two minutes to get up the stairway to his front door. Mac searched for his key to the front door. He had found it in his coat pocket after what seemed like five minutes. He opened the door and went straight for his stainless steel refrigerator to search for food. He had found turkey cold cuts, american cheese and lettuce. He went to the bread box and took out two slices of white bread. He began making a sandwich and looked up at the wall clock. It was now 6:22 PM, time had flown.
Mac finished making the sandwich and sat on the couch in his living room. He ate unconsciously in the dark. He could feel the contents of the sandwich slip down his throat. The anxiety and depression had begun to lessen but the nostalgic effect still persisted. He thought back to the moment his father died, how he did not know what to feel then but now could feel the sadness rising up from within. He had remembered what happened afterward.
The nurse had pulled him out of the room and the doctors rushed in. Mac remembered looking up at his mother with a blank expression. Hugging his mother in what seemed like the longest hug in his life.
“Laura.” said a man. Mac and his mother released from there hug. Mac’s mother looked up and turned around to see exactly who it was. Before them appeared a thin man, with spectacles, light brown hair, brown eyes. He was wearing a pair of overalls and a tie dye shirt.
“Jim, your here, you shouldn’t be here.” she said.
“I know but I came anyway when I heard.” said Jim.
She looked down at Mac to her left then back at Jim. He looked at Mac and smiled.
“Hey kid, do you remember me?” asked Jim.
“No.” said Mac.
“I’m an old friend of your dad’s. We used to work together when he first started.” said Jim.
Mac had once again come out of his trance. He was happy he had met Jim when he did. They were good friend’s even now as is his boss. Mac went to the mirror in the living room. He studied himself in the dark. He did not have much confidence in the way he looked. He touched his face on the left side but It did not feel real to him. It almost seemed as if he were dreaming. Mac brushed off the sensation and began thinking again. Though he was well in shape for his age he still wondered why he always seemed to scare away women or anyone for that matter.
He thought inwardly, and began to suffer a vulgar depression. Shit, fuck, damn it he thought to himself. Mac continued to journey into his past, he thought back to just after his dad had died when his mother decided to sell the house.
“But what about daddy’s car mom?!” said Mac.
“Honey, forget about the fucking car we can’t afford to live here anymore!” yelled Laura, his mother.
“Daddy told me to finish the car when I got older mom.” he said.
She was frustrated, Mac was not listening. She kneeled down to his eye level.
“Macinson, I wish we could stay, I wish daddy didn’t die, I wish so many things. But ya know what it doesn’t work that way.” she said.
“But mom...” he pleaded and started to cry.
“Macinson cut that shit out right now! We are leaving and thats final, okay?” she said angrily.
Mac ran from her to his room upstairs, crying every step of the way.
“MAC!” she yelled.
He hid underneath his bed crying desperately. He remembered the door bell ringing and resonating in the house. Mac had peaked around the corner of the staircase to watch his mother open the door.
It was Jim who had appeared behind the door.
“Jim, I told you not to come here.” she said defiantly.
“I know listen, we gotta talk.” said Jim.
“Whats there to talk about? We’re leaving New York.” she said.
“No ya not I’m buying the house.” said Jim.
“Jim I don’t want you to buy the house, we have to get out of here.” she said.
“Ya families here, your kid grew up here. Jack would’ve wanted em to stay here.” he said.
“I know...Thats why we have to leave, theres too many memories here.” she said.
“Ya can’t just run away like this, Its crazy!” expressed Jim.
“Jim enough!” she yelled.
The silence that echoed afterward left both of them with a feeling of heartbreak. Jim spotted Mac squirming behind the staircase.
“Hey Mac, you alright little guy?” asked Jim.
“Fine.” said Mac. He came down the stairs and went to hug Jim by the legs.
“Jim are you gonna buy the house?” asked Mac with pleading eyes.
“No, hes not.” said Laura as a statement of fact.
“Lets talk about it Laura. Common lets have some coffee or somethin’.” said Jim.
She looked at Mac and her eyebrows narrowed. Looking back at Jim her eyes pulsing with anger she had said, “Macinson, I want you to go up to bed this instant. I need to talk to Jim alone, okay?” There was something in her tone of voice that told Mac he must do as she asked.
Mac let go of Jim’s leg and marched back upstairs. He closed the door behind him and wished that Jim would buy the house. He could hear the constant yelling, screaming war between the both of them, then pure silence. Mac remembered passing out hoping one day he would be just like his dad, dead.
Thanks go to:
Michelle Minervini: As Mac’s Psychologist
Doctor Rosario Inchon: as Mac’s Psychiatrist
Craeg Markerie Bennet: For Cover Illustration
Andrew Sanjanwala: For Technical Information
Asha Grant: For reminding me how this story would end
PJ Grady Delorean Auto Body
Gonzalo Guevera: For Technical Information, and my first car
West Hempstead Fire Department
Those who lost their lives on Nassau Boulevard to a pointless accident.
The Mechanic
He looked over the car with the eye of a jeweler to a diamond. He inspected everything carefully. The exhaust was peeling off the back, the spark plugs were covered in soot, and there was an oil leak. This kid did not take care of his car. It pissed him off. Macinson Andrews had been working on cars for twenty some years. He was now 31 years old. He made good money but almost always it was the same story. People do not respect their cars.
“Hey buddy, how long is this gonna take and how much is it gonna cost me?” asked the kid.
Mac did the calculations in his head. The minor things could be handled quickly, five hours tops. The oil leak would be something else entirely. He’d have to remove the 150 lb automatic transmission, disconnecting the various drivetrain components to get there. Then remove the flywheel and the rear main seal. That would take about 20 man hours. The kids words echoed in his mind “Hey Buddy...” It angered him but he made his calculation fair and suppressed the emotion.
“It’ll take about 20-25 hours to get her back in shape. Its gonna cost ya around three hundred fifty.” Said Mac.
“That long?!” expressed the kid.
“Yep.” confirmed Mac.
“Common man you gotta be able to get it done faster than that. I gotta a girl and school and shit.” pleaded the kid.
“Sorry there is nothing I can do. Thats the best I can do for ya pal.” said Mac.
The kid stared at the ground and yelled “Fuck!”
He infact had a party to go to tonight him, his girlfriend and her best friend were offering him a three some. If he could pick them up.
“Sorry ya shoulda taken care of your car.” said Mac.
“Fuck You Asshole!” yelled the kid.
“Okay, well you want me to repair the car or not pal?” said Mac, burying the urge to yell.
The kid was frustrated now and did not know what else to do.
“Alright...do it but just fix it as fast as ya can.” said the kid.
The kid’s frustrations continued and he made a call to his girlfriend.
“No, not tonight babe.” said the kid.
“Yeah, yeah.” said the kid into the phone.
“Alright babe talk to ya later.” said the kid disappointed.
“FUCK!” He yelled and threw the phone into the street. Mac watched the phone skid onto the street.
Despite the kid’s rudeness Mac felt empathy with him. He had similar frustrations in the past, but never with a woman other than his mother. The kid started to walk off when Mac approached him.
“Give me your cell number, I’ll see what I can do okay?” said Mac.
The kid looked at him curiously.
“Did you not see the cell phone just fly outta my fuckin’ hands?” said the kid.
“Go get it, give me your number.” said Mac.
The kid picked up the cell phone out of the middle of the street. He gave Mac his number. Mac wrote it down on paper because he did not own a cell phone.
“I’ll have the car for you by 6 PM.” said Mac.
The kid smiled.
“Your not shittin’ me right?” asked the kid.
“Nope.” said Mac.
Mac told his boss, James what he was planning on doing and took the rest of the day off with the kid’s car. Mac returned to his house with a six pack of Heineken and a pack of cigarettes standing by. He worked diligently taking a small break here and there to drink and smoke. Mac finished just around 5:34 PM, the car was as good as new.
He went into his house and placed a call to the kid.
“Hey kid, your car is ready.” said Mac.
“NO SHIT! Your kidding?” expressed the kid.
“Yep just gimme’ your address and I’ll drive it over.” said Mac into the phone.
“Your fuckin’ awesome man! Okay I live on Madison Ave. in West Hempstead...” the kid went on.
As the kid continued to tell him the address, Mac stuck the keys in the ignition and turned the wheel.
“Alright I’ll be there in five minutes.” said Mac.
Mac put the car in drive and used his sense of direction to find the address. What he found was a quaint two story house similar to his own. The kid was waiting outside.
“Fuck yeah!” yelled the kid.
Mac stopped the car and opened the drivers side door. He left the car and handed the keys to the excited teen.
“You just saved my life man. How the fuck do I repay you?” asked the kid.
“Just take care of your car.” said Mac.
“Yeah, I will I..I..Promise!” said the kid, practically ready to hug Mac.
“Good, pick up the Shop Manual and get some tools. If you need a hand you can call me.” said Mac.
“Yeah, yeah, sure man.” said the kid, completely ignoring what Mac had said.
The kid phoned his girl friend on his cell phone.
“Yo babe! Ya never gonna believe it. I got my car back!” said the kid excitedly.
There was a long pause as the kid listened.
“WHAT?!” yelled the kid.
“You gotta be kiddin’ me I got the car now and you don’t wanna do it?” asked the kid.
The kid was pacing now on the sidewalk. Mac observed, but did not draw an opinion. The kid made eye contact briefly as he was pacing and Mac looked away.
“Yeah right, fuck you!” said the kid into the phone.
The kid hung up the cell phone and slammed it on the sidewalk.
“Women!” yelled the kid.
“Yeah women, do you think I can get a ride back home?” asked Mac.
“Oh shit sorry, yeah no problem man.” said the kid.
The kid picked up the cell phone. Then Mac and the kid entered the car. The kid turned the ignition and put the car in drive. They began to drive off.
“So where do you live anyway?” said the kid.
“Oh Osborne.” said Mac.
“I know where that is I’ll get ya there.” said the kid.
There was a momentary silence. The kid expected Mac to talk, but he did not. Mac was infact thinking about the kid’s ability drive. Mac thought of the kid’s driving ability and considered he may not have a full license yet or had not been driving for long. He did not ask though and kept the question to himself. He noticed several mistakes, but neglected to comment till one of them bothered him.
”Under steer.” said Mac.
“Huh?” said the kid.
“Your over steering, best to under steer its safer.” said Mac.
“How do I do that?” said the kid.
“Just don’t turn so hard.” said Mac.
“Oh okay.” said the kid.
The kid began to think curiously about Mac. What was this guy really about anyway?
“So hey man, thanks for the fix up.” said the kid.
“No problem, just take care of the car.” said Mac.
The kid thought he would take a risk and offer the man a favor.
“Yeah, so uhh you smoke?” said the kid.
“Yep got a pack right here.” said Mac.
“No, haha I mean green man, pot, MARY-JANE, ya know.” said the kid.
“No, I uhh missed out on that.” said Mac.
Mac never really had experimented with drugs in highschool. He never had let anyone in close enough to allow that to happen. The kid let go of the wheel at the next stop. He pulled from his black leather jacket a rolled up joint and motioned it to Mac.
“Wanna take a pull?” asked the kid.
“I uhh don’t know.” said Mac.
The kid lit the joint with a lighter he pulled out of his jacket pocket and took a puff. The kid inhaled desperately. Mac stared at the kid partially in shock, partially in awe. Mac wondered just what he was experiencing.
“Whats it like?” asked Mac.
“GOOOOOD shit man.” coughed the kid.
“Try it!” said the kid excitedly.
Mac absorbed the kid’s enthusiasm and decided he would take a pull on the joint.
“Alright.” said Mac.
Mac carefully took a pull on the joint. At first he felt nothing at all. Then began experiencing a slight amount of anxiety. His heart began to pound and Mac’s thoughts became scattered. He thought back to his father, when he was nine, working on his 1976 Dodge Charger. God damn the man told him everything, he was a genius. Shit, damn, I fucked up, thought Mac. He handed the joint over to the kid.
Mac exhaled and tried to relax while the kid was taking another pull. There was moment of silence between them. They were both thinking hard. The kid thought of his girl friend and fantasized about the orgy that was not to be. Mac continued to reflect on the past imagining what it would be like to see his father today. He felt depression seeping in just then and remembered just how his father had died when he was ten.
He was watching T.V. when they had the old house in Melville. His mother approached him.
“Honey, we have to go to the hospital.” said his mother.
“The hospital? Why mommy?” said Mac.
“Its daddy hes not feeling good, okay?” she said with sadness.
“Why, whats wrong with Daddy?” said Mac.
“Just come, we have to go okay?” she said.
“Okay...” said Mac.
They marched off to his mother’s 1979 Ford Pinto. They entered the car and drove off in silence for most of the ride.
“So hows school honey?” she asked.
“Good.” he said.
“Make any new friends?” she asked.
“No, not really.” he said.
“Well you should, its not good to just watch T.V. all day ya know?” she said.
“I like watching daddy work on the car.” he said.
“I know ya do...” she said with sadness.
The kid interrupted Mac’s moment of nostalgia just then.
“Yo...Nother’ pull?” asked the kid.
“Sure, yeah.” said Mac.
The kid motioned to hand Mac the joint but dropped it on the middle seat.
“Shit.” said the kid.
Mac picked up the joint and pulled on it heavily. He coughed lightly as he exhaled and the anxiety increased ten fold. The kid turned on the car’s audio system “Notorious Thugs” was playing. The kid continued to drive and had just crossed the turnpike that would lead to Osborne Road.
“Yo, you listen to Biggie?” asked the kid.
“Huh?” said Mac.
“Ya know Biggie Smalls, Notorious Thugs Bro?”
“No, never.” said Mac.
“You know man, I love it when you call me big poppa!” he exclaimed.
Mac went back in time again in his mind. He remembered walking up the hospital steps, each step as intimidating as the other. Reaching the top and walking with his mother into the lobby of the hospital. He recalled trying to shut his eyes it being far too bright for him.
“Mom, its too bright in here.” he complained.
“Don’t worry about it, we have to see daddy.” she said.
Mac followed in tow with his mother. They headed together to the Visitor’s Center. The mother waited online patiently behind an elderly couple. They were asking where to go to get flu shots. Mac remembered looking around nervously and pulling at his mother’s skirt.
“Honey what?” she said exasperated.
“Wheres daddy?” he said.
“Just sit down okay, I’m gonna find out soon.” she said.
Mac took a seat on the plastic chairs that littered the Visitor’s Center. He looked at his mom, then was distracted by some magazines. He sifted through the magazines till he had found Motor Trend. He began to ogle the cars he was now seeing page by page. He saw the beautiful women attached to these cars and began to wonder if they knew how to actually drive them. His mother broke his concentration.
“Mac, honey lets go, where gonna see daddy now.” she said.
Mac stood up from the chair and began to follow his mother out of the Visitor Center. Mac blinked to focus again. It was still far too bright in the halls of the hospital. He looked in each passing room wondering just which one contained his father, the mechanic. Each room he stared into made him cringe, it was mostly the elderly, and those who were young and dying. He looked up at the sign above the hall, it read “Intensive Care Unit.” He did not know what that meant at the time.
Mac’s mother stopped in front of a room, she looked up at the number hanging above the room. It read 2019, this was the room she was looking for. She started walking in and Mac began to follow. She turned to Mac and kneeled down to his eye level.
“Mac stay here for a little okay?” she said.
“Kay’ mom.” he said accepting her command.
Mac looked on in the room and stared. He waited for his mother to go out of sight. Then followed her in, just peaking behind the wall. He saw his father and mother talking quietly.
“Yeah, not long though its spreading pretty fast. No clue how much longer.” said his father.
“I’m sorry.” she said.
“Yeah don’t worry about it, its just time to go ya know.” said his father.
She looked into his eyes and patted him on the head. His once thick dark brown hair had become a thin sandy blonde, from the radiation. She could see the weakness and the pain he was experiencing, It saddened her. She thought back to all she had done to him as a person but could not bring herself to tell the truth. Her tears began to stream just then.
“Honey its okay, don’t worry. You have enough money to keep the house and take care of Mac.” he said.
“Its not that...” she cried.
“I love you.” he said.
“I love you too but its...” she said.
Mac’s father caught him out of the corner of his eye.
“MAC!” he tried to yell.
Mac walked out from behind the wall and came up to the bed where his father rested.
“Mac didn’t I tell you to wait outside?” she said.
“I wanted to see daddy.” he said.
“Come here kid.” said his father with a smile on his face.
His father spread his arms widely giving Mac enough room to hug him. Mac returned the gesture and hugged his father. Mac felt sadness then, he knew what he had to ask.
“Daddy are you dying?” Mac asked.
“Yeah, don’t worry though mommy is gonna work everything out alright?” said his father.
“Okay.” said Mac. He didn’t know what else to say or feel.
There was a moment of silence between the three of them. A nurse approached just then from behind the wall. The nurse whispered something in his mother’s ear.
“Okay, Mac honey we have to go for a bit.” said his mother.
They began to walk out of the room leaving behind a father and a husband.
“Mac! wait a second.” yelled his father.
Mac ran back to the bed.
“The car is yours when your older, finish it alright?” he said referring to the 76’ Dodge Charger.
“I will dad.” said Mac.
“Come a little closer, I gotta tell ya one last thing.” he said.
“Always treat a woman like you would a car, take care of her and she’ll always come back.” whispered his father. Mac did not understand then but remembering the advice wondered if it would have actually worked. His father winked then passed out. He was dead.
“Yo, we’re here.” said the kid.
“Oh.” said Mac coming out his trance.
Mac began to leave the car but the kid stopped him.
“The joint.” said the kid.
“What?” asked Mac.
The kid pointed to the joint Mac had forgotten about in his hand.
“Oh yeah, here.” said Mac and handed the kid the joint.
“Thanks for everything man.” said the kid.
“No problem, call me anytime.” said Mac.
“Yeah, man.” said the kid.
Mac exited the vehicle and the kid drove off. Mac stumbled up the steps, time seemed to operate in slow motion. It appeared to him as if it took two minutes to get up the stairway to his front door. Mac searched for his key to the front door. He had found it in his coat pocket after what seemed like five minutes. He opened the door and went straight for his stainless steel refrigerator to search for food. He had found turkey cold cuts, american cheese and lettuce. He went to the bread box and took out two slices of white bread. He began making a sandwich and looked up at the wall clock. It was now 6:22 PM, time had flown.
Mac finished making the sandwich and sat on the couch in his living room. He ate unconsciously in the dark. He could feel the contents of the sandwich slip down his throat. The anxiety and depression had begun to lessen but the nostalgic effect still persisted. He thought back to the moment his father died, how he did not know what to feel then but now could feel the sadness rising up from within. He had remembered what happened afterward.
The nurse had pulled him out of the room and the doctors rushed in. Mac remembered looking up at his mother with a blank expression. Hugging his mother in what seemed like the longest hug in his life.
“Laura.” said a man. Mac and his mother released from there hug. Mac’s mother looked up and turned around to see exactly who it was. Before them appeared a thin man, with spectacles, light brown hair, brown eyes. He was wearing a pair of overalls and a tie dye shirt.
“Jim, your here, you shouldn’t be here.” she said.
“I know but I came anyway when I heard.” said Jim.
She looked down at Mac to her left then back at Jim. He looked at Mac and smiled.
“Hey kid, do you remember me?” asked Jim.
“No.” said Mac.
“I’m an old friend of your dad’s. We used to work together when he first started.” said Jim.
Mac had once again come out of his trance. He was happy he had met Jim when he did. They were good friend’s even now as is his boss. Mac went to the mirror in the living room. He studied himself in the dark. He did not have much confidence in the way he looked. He touched his face on the left side but It did not feel real to him. It almost seemed as if he were dreaming. Mac brushed off the sensation and began thinking again. Though he was well in shape for his age he still wondered why he always seemed to scare away women or anyone for that matter.
He thought inwardly, and began to suffer a vulgar depression. Shit, fuck, damn it he thought to himself. Mac continued to journey into his past, he thought back to just after his dad had died when his mother decided to sell the house.
“But what about daddy’s car mom?!” said Mac.
“Honey, forget about the fucking car we can’t afford to live here anymore!” yelled Laura, his mother.
“Daddy told me to finish the car when I got older mom.” he said.
She was frustrated, Mac was not listening. She kneeled down to his eye level.
“Macinson, I wish we could stay, I wish daddy didn’t die, I wish so many things. But ya know what it doesn’t work that way.” she said.
“But mom...” he pleaded and started to cry.
“Macinson cut that shit out right now! We are leaving and thats final, okay?” she said angrily.
Mac ran from her to his room upstairs, crying every step of the way.
“MAC!” she yelled.
He hid underneath his bed crying desperately. He remembered the door bell ringing and resonating in the house. Mac had peaked around the corner of the staircase to watch his mother open the door.
It was Jim who had appeared behind the door.
“Jim, I told you not to come here.” she said defiantly.
“I know listen, we gotta talk.” said Jim.
“Whats there to talk about? We’re leaving New York.” she said.
“No ya not I’m buying the house.” said Jim.
“Jim I don’t want you to buy the house, we have to get out of here.” she said.
“Ya families here, your kid grew up here. Jack would’ve wanted em to stay here.” he said.
“I know...Thats why we have to leave, theres too many memories here.” she said.
“Ya can’t just run away like this, Its crazy!” expressed Jim.
“Jim enough!” she yelled.
The silence that echoed afterward left both of them with a feeling of heartbreak. Jim spotted Mac squirming behind the staircase.
“Hey Mac, you alright little guy?” asked Jim.
“Fine.” said Mac. He came down the stairs and went to hug Jim by the legs.
“Jim are you gonna buy the house?” asked Mac with pleading eyes.
“No, hes not.” said Laura as a statement of fact.
“Lets talk about it Laura. Common lets have some coffee or somethin’.” said Jim.
She looked at Mac and her eyebrows narrowed. Looking back at Jim her eyes pulsing with anger she had said, “Macinson, I want you to go up to bed this instant. I need to talk to Jim alone, okay?” There was something in her tone of voice that told Mac he must do as she asked.
Mac let go of Jim’s leg and marched back upstairs. He closed the door behind him and wished that Jim would buy the house. He could hear the constant yelling, screaming war between the both of them, then pure silence. Mac remembered passing out hoping one day he would be just like his dad, dead.
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Other than that, I found it enjoyable. Like the details of his work and stuff like that. I dont know if Id buy the book just from that chapter though.
“Hey Mac...MAC!” yelled Jim, over the sound of impact gun.
He put the impact gun down and stared at Jim.
Jim shook his head then said, “Yeah listen I gotta talk to you...” Said Jim.
“Why whats up?” asked Mac, curiously.
Jim looked down and said, “Mac uhh I don’t know how else to put it but I gotta let ya go.”
Mac was incensed with anger right then and there. He’d been working for Jim for fifteen years and now this?
“Mac I’m sorry but uhh I’ve told you this before. You gotta treat the customer with respect.” said Jim.
“Why the hell should I treat them with respect when they don’t treat me with any?” asked Mac.
“Mac thats not the only thing. I got some calls from some of the customers.” said Jim, condescendingly.
“Yeah so what?” he said.
“Mac ya can’t call customers and ask them questions. I mean I appreciate that your tryin’ to help out with their cars but your scarin’ people.” said Jim.
“I’m startin’ to lose business Mac...Words gettin’ around town, people don’t wanna come here anymore.” he said.
“These fucking people, alright they do not know...” said Mac, before being cut off.
“MAC! MAC! STOP RIGHT THERE! I DON’T Wanna hear it!” yelled Jim.
“Listen get ya shit together, get a wife and a couple of kids! Get laid or something!”
For what it was worth he took in his advice.
"I know you love your cars but you gotta do somethin’ else for once!”
“So I’m fucking fired huh.” He said surrendering to the inevitable.
“Mac, I’m sorry, I know your the best so thats why I am doing this.” said Jim.
“A friend of mine owns a chop shop in Huntington. They take of classic cars. Real beauts.” he said.
“I’m given you his card, don’t call now though. Wait a week or two, ya know but get ya shit together and tell him Jim recommended ya.” said Jim.
He took the card and began to walk. His heart pulsing with joy and anger at the same time.
“And Mac go to a bar tonight, don’t drink alone. Just whatever is goin’ on talk to somebody about it.” said Jim, he paused momentarily. “Bury it and its just gonna get worse.” he added.
Mac looked back one last time at the place he had called home since he was seventeen. He didn’t know whether he should be angry or upset anymore. But tonight he was sure gonna get laid he said to himself.
Mac pulled up to the La Bella Luna bar around Ten. He was still thinking things over in his head.
Soon I’ll get to work with people that really care about their cars he thought.
He searched for his pack of Marlborough Light 100s. He found them nestled between the passenger seat.
Mac gripped the wheel.
“I’m gonna get fucked up tonight and not think about anything.” he said aloud.
He let go of the wheel and opened the door to his left. He exited the car and lightly closed the driver door.
He entered the bar careful not to avoid eye contact, he sat at an open bar stool. Looking briefly he saw that the place was crowded.
The bar tender passed him by twice before taking note of him.
“What can I get ya?” asked the bartender.
Mac took a moment to think about it.
“Scotch on the rocks.” he said.
The bar tender nodded his head and turned around for a half filled bottle of Johnny Walker.
As the bartender nodded his head and turned around for a half filled bottle of Johnny Walker. Mac found his wallet from his jacket pocket and pulled out the card Jim had given him.
He stared at the card. Andrew Sanjanwala Classic Cars Restoration and Repair.
Huntington, NY.
He put the card back in his wallet.
One week he thought and then I’ll be in a whole new class. Why didn’t he tell me about this place before?
The bartender dropped the drink in front of him breaking Mac’s concentration.
“Six Fifty.” the bartender said.
He still had his wallet in his lap and pulled out seven dollars.
“Keep the change.” he said.
The bartender took the cash and put it in his tell.
Cheap ass thought the bartender.
Mac lifted the drink to his mouth and took a nice gulp.
Yep gonna get fucked up he thought.
On his fifth drink he was going to take another gulp when someone placed their hand on his shoulder. He swung his head right, It was a tall blonde with ample breasts with a near perfect ass and looked like she was wearing a tank top and a short black skirt. He thought she might be twenty six.
“Hi! Can you move over a bit I just want to order some drinks.” she said, with a smile.
“Sure.” he replied. Mac stepped off the bar stool and moved it slightly to the left, just enough for her to get through.
She leaned in when Mac stepped off the stool and moved it slightly to the left, just enough for her to get through.
She leaned in when Mac sat back down. “These bartenders make it so hard to get their attention ya know?”
“Yeah.” he replied and sipped at another scotch.
“So isn’t that a 57’ caddy out there?” she said. He looked at her in surprise.
“What?” he said.
She smiled and said “I saw you walk out of it while I was smoking.”
“Oh...yeah it is.” said Mac.
She waited for him to talk again when she was interrupted by another woman. She whispered in her ear, with a smile.
“She waited for him to talk so you know cars then?” he said.
“Oh yeah, I love all the classic cars.” She answered, while making a smile.
“You got a favorite?” he asked
“Nope no favorite. I don’t do favorites.” She replied.
She and her friend looked at Mac watching the both of them.
“Oh right...The drinks.” said the blonde.
The other woman offered Mac her hand.
“Hi I’m Sharmon.” she said with a bright smile.
“Hi.” he said taking her hand.
“Your name?” the other woman asked.
“Oh...Mac.” he said nervously.
“And I’m Mandy!” exclaimed the blonde.
she looked away.
“I’m gonna order the drinks.” said Mandy, with a smile.
As she ordered and hustled the bartender. Sharmon vied for Mac’s attention twiddling her hair.
“So Mac that car of yours is...really nice.” said Sharmon.
“Oh thanks.” he replied.
Fine she thought this guy does not like me. But she continued to put up a smile.
Just then she was handed her drinks. Sharmon whispered in Mandy’s ear again.
“This guy must like you, hes not giving me anything.” Mandy smiled thinking she had her catch.
“Hey I’ll be with you and the others in a minute...I’m just gonna talk to Mac for a little.” said Mandy, with a wink.
Mac stopped drinking now. Despite the hit from two beautiful young girls he was still thinking about cars.
“So Mac tell me about yourself what do you do?”
Mac looked up again.
“Well I’m a Mechanic.” he said.
“Oh wow so is like cars your hobby.” she said.
“Sure is...” he replied.
A thought had crossed his mind that he could help but ask, “What do you drive?”
“A seventy three Camaro.” she replied.
“Nice, stick?” he asked
“Yes.” She said
She leaned in a bit and said “Infact, I think there is something wrong with the stick it hasn’t been used in a while and I’m wondering if it might be burn’t out.”
She ended her plea with a devilish grin.
“Well lets go check it out then.” he said.
She laughed, maybe this guy wasn’t all there...
“Why ya laughin’ lets check it out. Ya said ya smoke anyway, so lets check it out.”
She wasn’t sure about this guy maybe he had too many drinks?
“Uhh well okay.” she said.
But hes hot and hes got a corvette, she thought.
Together they exited the bar. They lit cigarettes together and breathed in the noxious air.
Mac exhaled “Is that your Camaro over there?” said Mac.
“Yep thats it.” she said.
He walked up to the car and looked at its condition.
It looked good, no notable and tear, no scratches or dings. She really cared about the car. Mac looked at her and smiled.
“So tell me about this stick problem.” he said.
She stepped closer and grinned. “Well I’m not sure whats wrong with it but you can take a look under my hood if you want.”
Her grin widened.
“Sure got the keys?” he said.
She laughed again. This guy is either really dumb, really drunk or both. But she decided to play along anyway.
“Sure.” She said.
She pulled the key out of her Coach bag and then handed them to him. She gripped his hand and looked for a reaction.
“Thanks.” he said.
He walked off the curb to the drivers side of the car. He walked off the curb to the driver’s side of the car. Placing the keys gently in the lock. He opened the door and just before entering the car Mandy said “Ya know your supposed to open the door for the lady first.”
He felt a tinge of shame enter the back of his mind.
“Oh sorry.” he said.
She waited while he opened the door for her. All the while she stared at his ass. Mac opened the door and she entered the car while offering Mac a big obvious smile.
“Thanks.” she said.
“No problem.” said Mac.
Mac reentered the drivers side of the car. He gripped the wheel then started at the dashboard and peered at the mileage on the odometer.
It read 3600 miles, the car was barely used. He looked for the stick but discovered it was an automatic, he was confused now.
“I thought you said this was a stick?” asked Mac.
She laughed then made her move. She gripped his groin and smiled at him. Mac looked back in shock.
“It is.” she said, while stroking his groin.
“Stop.” he said, as she kept going.
Mac felt his nerves pulse.
“I SAID STOP!” urged Mac.
She pulled her hand away and looked at him with suspicious eyes.
“Okay...Let me guess, your married?” she asked, frowning slightly.
“No.” said Mac, flatly.
“Okay, your gay?” she asked.
“No.” said Mac, just as flatly as before.
“Then what the fuck is it? Look at me, I’m fucking gorgeous wouldn’t you like to pleasure me?!” she asked, excitedly.
“Its...” said Mac.
“Common spit it out!” she said.
“I’ve never had sex before.” he said flatly.
She was truly shocked.
“Oh...wow.” she said.
She looked at him eyeing him just as suspiciously as before.
“So your a virgin. I thought they didn’t exist anymore.” he said.
“Yeah...” he said, nodding a bit.
There was a brief moment of silence between them, she thought quickly.
“Okay then I really to make it special for you. Why don’t we...drive back to my place?” she said.
“I donno.” said Mac.
She frowned slightly.
“Please common! I’m harmless! I’m only five minutes away from here in garden city.” she said.
Mac thought about it and felt shame again but something told him to do it anyway.
“Okay which way?” he said.
She smiled and said “Just go up Franklin till you hit Manor Street take a right I’m the fourth house down.”
Mac shifted the car into gear and pressed the gas pedal. As he turned the wheel to the left the car followed. Mandy put her head on his shoulder.
Mac looked out of the corner of his eyes. He felt uncomfortable just then, but gripped the wheel tighter.
Mandy turned on the radio.
“Do you mind?” she asked.
“No.” he said.
She turned the radio on “Got Me Wrong.” by Alice and Chains was playing.
As the sound of the acoustics swept over them they felt calm. Mac for once felt himself relax, and at peace. For once he was thinking about something other than cars.
They pulled up to the house in just under five minutes.
“This it?” he asked.
She lifted her head from his shoulder.
“Yep.” she said. She looked directly into his eyes.
She opened the door and stepped out of the car.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to make it really special.” she said.
Mac stepped out of the drivers side, They walked up to the front door and entered the house.
He looked around but didn’t have any impression of the house. He wasn’t thinking about it, just taking everything in. Mandy pointed to the couch in the living room.
“Why don’t you sit.” she said, with a smile.
Mac felt his nerves tinge and his muscles tighten.
“Sure.” he said.
They sat down simultaneously she looked at him and changed positions facing him she fiddled with her hair attempting to get his attention. She got to the point rather quickly.
“Why don’t you kiss me?” she asked, politely.
Mac froze and felt a shiver go up his spine.
“Uhhhh how?” he said.
“Like this.” she said
She moved in stealthily and pressed her lips against his.
Mac felt little to nothing, she pulled her face from his, waiting for him to kiss her back.
“Kiss me back.” she said with a smile.
Mac pressed his lips against hers and yet he still felt nothing.
“Oh common you can do better than that.” She said, pressing her lips against his once more. She tried sucking on the top of his lip and Mac began to kiss back haphazardly. He sucked lightly on the bottom lip, careful not to use his teeth. Yet he still felt no sensation.
Mandy started to reach for his thigh. She moved up his leg slowly, gently. Mac however was not aroused. The kissing was deeper now,. Mac seemed to her to be responsive to her, yet Mac was thinking too much. He thought he was forgetting something important. After five long minutes of making out she pulled away and stopped.
“How was I?” she asked.
Mac didn’t know what to say, feel or think.
“Good.” he said, shyly.
She smiled, “So were you, your not bad for a first err late bloomer.” she said, giggling.
“Yeah.” he said, thinking about what he was forgetting.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
“No.” he said semi relieved.
“Thats right your...a virgin.” She said, once again giggling.
“Okay, I’ll get a condom.” she said, excitedly.
She stood from the couch and began walking to her bedroom, looking back as she did.
“Relax, I’m going to make you the happiest man alive.” she said, with a devilish smile.
Mac felt nothing but a question surfaced from the depths of his mind.
“How often do you change the oil?” she asked.
“What?” she said, puzzled.
“The car I mean.” he said. She paused briefly then told the truth.
“Umm well actually thats my dad’s car. He out of town for the week.” she said.
“Oh.” he said taking in exactly what she just said.
Mac thought long and hard as she left him alone.
“She lied!” he thought, “She was just another fucking bitch like all the others, people do not respect their cars.
“Suddenly Mac felt lonely and isolated. He thought of his father and mother. His thoughts began to decay into scrambled thoughts. He felt a rush of anxiety but tried not to think.
Mandy smiled in the mirror she had gone through her entire warddrobe, to find the perfect lingerie. She browsed carefully, sports bra and hot pants she asked herself. No she thought not for a first timer. Then she saw it out of the corner of her eye.
Her Victoria’s Secret black satin baby doll was just right. It revealed just enough as to leave something to the imagination.
The lingerie itself showed just enough of her breasts but was not see through. They looked plump and desiring in the mirror. Below her breasts the baby doll was solid but the curvature of her torso fit perfectly. The lowest half, the panty line was solid as well. The fringe exposed the lowest part of her thighs.
She gave herself a kiss in the mirror. I’m fucking hot she thought. She thought to Mac waiting in the living room. The guy was a bit dense, her father would never approve especially some mechanic. She realized she never heard him laugh. He was a bit mysterious but she liked that. The obsession with cars was a little weird but he is a mechanic after all.
She thought back to her last few boyfriends. The player, Julio who treated her like she was just a thing. Always coming up with another story when she wanted to be with him and looked in his phone to find a dozen texts from other women. That didn’t last long.
The bad boy, Frank who could not even drive anymore because of a DWI. She felt protected around him though. At times he would become infuriated and scare the shit out of anyone who could hit on her. But eventually that anger was directed at her. She didn’t know how long this would last either.
She pushed her breasts and took one last look in the mirror and walked out of her room. She entered the living room, but Mac was not there.
Mac arrived back at the bar one minute before she entered the living room. He parked her Camero exactly it was before. He left the key under the dashboard. He exited the car and ran over to his 57’ corvette in a panic. He went to the car, put his head down on the hood, and started to cry.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you.” he said aloud.
A man outside the bar was smoking a cigarette, he looked at Mac.
“You alright buddy?” he said.
Mac stood up from the hood and turned around.
The man had suddenly recognized him.
“Hey, wait am minute your the guy who walked out with that blonde.” said the man.
He waited for him to respond when he wouldn’t answer he said, “Shit man what happened?”
“Nothing.” he said.
“Alright don’t wanna talk about it huh, well thats cool.” he said hoping to he could bait him into talking.
Mac turned towards the car, “She is beautiful isn’t she?” said Mac.
“Yeah that bitch had some serious tits and...” Mac cut him off mid sentence.
“No, I was talking about the car.” said Mac.
The guy suppressed a laugh then felt uncomfortable. Their is something wrong with this guy he thought to himself.
“Yeah so I’m gonna go, you take care man.” He dropped his cigarette on the ground and entered the reentered the bar.
“He did what?!” said Sharmon in alarm. She had received a call from Mandy and were now talking on the phone.
Mandy repeated herself “We were about to fuck and I go to change and put on something sexy. I looked in the bathroom thinking he might be jerking off. I looked everywhere, went outside and he took the fucking car!” she screamed.
“Oh shit.” said Sharmon into the phone.
“What? WHAT?!” said one of her other girlfriends sitting at the table.
“That guy Mandy walked out with stole her car.” said Sharmon to the group.
Across the bar the man who had been outside smoking had told them what had just happened outside.
They laughed as he finished telling the story.
“The guy is fucking nuts.” said one his jock buddies.
“Oh my god like if I were a guy I would have been all over that girl!” said the only woman in the group.
“Sharmon was still on the phone with Mandy.
“Wait, the guy left his car outside right?” said Sharmon, thinking clearly despite the alcohol.
“If my dad finds out the car is gone, I’m fucked!” said Mandy in desperation.
“Okay I’m going outside, with Sheila we’ll get the license plate number and call the cops.” said Sharmon.
Mandy thought in a panic.
“No, no cops.” she said.
“Mandy, do you want your car back or not?” said Sharmon
“Okay, okay just hurry.” said Mandy.
Sharmon hung up the phone and told her friends to come with her, no one but Sheila came.
They left the bar together.
Mac was just leaving with his corvette when Sharmon and Sheila exited the bar.
“Hey!” yelled Sharmon.
“WAIT STOP!” Yelled Sheila.
They ran after the car together, Mac sped off without looking back.
“Asshole!” screamed Sharmon.
They looked for Mandy’s car and found it exactly where she parked it before.
“Fuck did you get the phone number?” asked Valerie.
“Shit, no.” said Sharmon.
They went to the car it looked fine from what she could tell. She opened the door but could not find where Mac had left the keys.
Sharmon pulled out her cell phone from her bag, she called Mandy shortly after.
Mandy answered sounding desperate.
“Did you get the plate?” she asked.
“No, listen we’ve got the car, hes gone, we’ve got the car so don’t worry about it!” she yelled into the phone.
While she was talking she found the keys and gripped them in her hand.
“Okay like we’ll drive the car over and Valerie will follow me.” said Sharmon into the phone.
“What about the cops?” asked Mandy.
“I don’t know...uhh fuck it, what would we say to them anyway?” said Sharmon.
“I don’t know...just come over this guy might come back.” said Mandy.
Mandy felt confusion now, she didn’t know what the guys problem was and did not have hindsight to know what she had done.
Mac did not return to her house. He headed straight home and cried himself to sleep. A sustenance of rage at the back of his mind was beginning to grow.
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