Chapter Three
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"Dominic... Dominic, wake up!"
I stir and see something move in the darkness.
"What the hell?" I sit up.
In the dark there was a figure looming next to the entrance. The piercing blue eyes that glow even in the dark tells me it was Fay.
"'What the hell' to you too, now let's get out of here."
I get up groggily and slump to her side. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"No and I don't care."
"That's reassuring," I joke lightly.
Fay grabs me by the arm and leads me slowly to the back door. She pulls out a set of keys to unlock it.
"Where did you get those keys from?" I ask still in a weak and tired state.
Hopefully she didn't steal them.
"George works here so when he wants me to visit him time to time he gives me keys to the back door. Trust me, hardly anyone uses this exit."
"I hope so," I mutter.
When the door swings open with a creek, we stumble out into the moon lit sky. I scratch my head in confusion.
"How long was I out?" I ask looking around trying to find any differences.
"Like a day," Fay replies taking the lead.
"But wait...what happen?" I demand.
"My stupid fiance locked you up because he thought you kidnapped me."
"But I didn't!"
"No, and I tried to tell him that but since the accident he still thinks I'm a little loopy or in other words, stupid."
"Some fiance," I mutter
All a sudden I stop.
"Wait, what accident?" I asked.
"Let's get out of here first before we get caught."
"Caught! You're sneaking me out! We're going to get in trouble. Wait, no, correction, I'm going to get in trouble."
"You're now figuring that out? Fay laughed. "Don't worry about it. I'll still bail you out in the morning."
"When I'm not here?"
I roll my eyes.
"I don't think it works like that Fay."
"Well then I guess I am loopy."
"Or stupid," I added.
She grinned.
"Very funny,"
When we get to the outside parking lot, I'm not surprised that my car was missing.
"George had it towed to a junkyard around here. But I know where it is. I can take you."
"I thought his name was Greg?"
She sighs deeply.
"Greg, George, what's the difference?"
"Everything except for the G in the beginning," I answered back dubiously.
"Yeah, yeah whatever,"
I climb into the passenger seat of her jeep.
"To argue on my part though," she says as she slips into the driver's seat. "If you take away the eo after the G and add an extra r before the second g at the end in George, you get Greg anyway so really it doesn't make a difference."
"Nice Logic," I compliment her sarcastically. "But you're forgetting the extra e." I hint.
"Yeah well whatever," she says. "My problem is not only messing up his name." She sighs "God, you don't even want to know all the names I said wrong this past month."
"Like what?"
"Like my older sister Sally. Until now, I've called her Saily."
I smile and urge her on.
"Go on."
She looks at me for a long while before continuing. "Daniel, next-door neighbor, called him Samuel."
"Ooh," I wouldn't blame you with that one," I say.
Clearly enjoying my comments, she went on.
"Henry, weird family friend, called him Freddy,"
"Really?" I exclaim.
She nods.
"I called Jaida Kenmark, Kayla Denmore."
I chuckle.
"Trent to Kent," she continues.
I nod understanding the mistake between those two.
"Chloe, Zoe,"
"Lot of rhyme-y words," I notice.
"You don't know the half of it."
"OK," I say. "Give me one more. Give me the most off-put name of them all."
"Okay, let's see. She looked thoughtful as we pulled out onto the road. "Oh, oh I know, I called my grandpa Freggly, when his actual name is Quinn."
I laugh.
"Yeah that's totally off put, completely blown off proportion."
Fay laughs.
"I know! I've been calling him Freggly this whole time and it was only last week when my mom told me his name was Quinn. It was no wonder he never answered me."
I chuckle.
"Now who is that child calling Freggly? I ain't no Freggly!" I said trying to mock her grandfather's voice."
She doubles over still clutching the steering wheel so that we wouldn't veer off the road.
"That's almost exactly how he sounds!" she exclaims.
"I'm glad to know I have your grandfather's voice."
"Me too old man,"
I smile back too.
"Please, I'm years away from old."
Fay flips her hair around as she turns to look at me.
"Grandpa's voice inside your mouth would like to beg to differ."
I chuckle again and when everything starts to die down, I change the subject.
"So this accident of yours made you forget all the names of your friends and family?" I asked for confirmation.
"Don't forget about my so call fiance," she smiles at herself. "You know I don't even know how I put up with him before. It's all weird between us now. All he does is barks orders in my ear and he's very possessive. It's kind of creepy if you know what I mean."
"Well then why are you still with him?" I ask generally worried.
We pull up at the junkyard Fay said my car was located at. She pulls to a stop and leans her head onto her steering wheel.
"I don't know. The doctors say that I should continue doing the things I've done before so I'd start remembering again, like being with George-
"Greg," I interrupted impulsively.
"Same thing," she says waving a lazy hand towards me. "Anyway so now I'm trying to do that but it doesn't feel the same or familiar and the only thing I remember from the past is crashing through a window."
"You're intriguing me Fay." I tell her.
"I wish I can tell you, but I don't remember anything."
"Were you by yourself?"
"Mom said George-
I narrow my eyes.
"Greg," she corrects herself. "He was the one who found me."
"He told them I was in a car accident but that doesn't make any sense because I distinctly remember falling out of a second story window."
She lifts her head off the wheel slowly and turns to face me.
"Well enough about me. Let's get your car."
I nod and step out behind her. My poor car was surrounded by monster trucks five times bigger than it.
"Those things are going to crush my precious car!" I exclaim running towards it.
"It's not that precious." Fay calls from behind.
"Of course you wouldn't know," I call back. "This is the most expensive object I own."
"What, did you use all your birthday money to buy it?"
"Birthday, Christmas, and Easter." I reply stroking the black lid of my car gingerly.
"You get money on Easter?" she asks walking up beside me."
"It's the next big thing then to eggs," I reply opening the door to check if anything was missing.
"Okay I'm going to bail your car out of junkyard jail, you coming?"
I slid my hand over the smooth surface of my car before shutting the door and trailing after her. She led us to an old looking shed about as big as a garage, a small one.
A bald guy in khakis and a polo shirt steps out and grunts.
"What the hell do you want?" he growls.
I was going to explain but Fay cut me off.
"I can tell you don't want to make any friend's today so I suggest we stay strangers and help us get a car out of here."
"Which one?" he grunts.
"Black one." She answers. "It's by the pole next to those monster trucks.
"Follow me," he says walking back to his tiny office.
We follow him in and he takes out a clipboard and trails his hand down the sheet of paper.
"That black car was dropped off here last night." he says.
"We're aware of that, now how do we get it back." Fay urges.
"It's gonna cost some since it was brought here by the authority."
"Just give us the price-
She looks down at his name tag.
"Doug," she finished.
He looks over at the both us.
"I think I should call-
She reaches over and grabs the hand that extends over to the phone line.
"Fay doesn't like unauthorized phone calls." I tell him liking 'Oh s**t' look on his face.
"The damn price please." She says with a strained smile.
Looking over at her, my heart does a double take as her electric blue eyes pierces into Doug accusingly. Her hand still clutches his wrist hard and the way he was wincing told me it hurt especially with her nails digging into his flesh.
"A hundred and twenty seven dollars ma'am," he says hesitantly.
"I don't think that's it." Fay says squeezing harder.
"Uh okay, then um how about eighty-eight thirty-five?"
"You could do better." I say enjoying this moment of power.
Fay turns to look at me and smiles.
"You heard what the man said."
The guy's eyes were twitching now.
"Forty eighty-three!" he yells. "That's the lowest price!"
Fay looks at me.
I nod.
She releases.
Doug let out a deep breath.
"Thanks Doug." Fay said slamming fifty bucks onto his desk.
"Hey next time we come here maybe we can be acquaintances instead of strangers."
"Uh huh," Doug whimpers.
"Chow now and oh, keep the change."
We walk out of his little cubicle and once he is out of our sight we both burst out laughing.
"Oh my god did you see his face, it was ridiculous!"
"He looked so scared!" Fay exclaimes.
"I thought he was going to piss himself and the grip you had on him looked way deadly!"
"Warning to all men out there, don't mess with Fay Walkman."
"Message received." I say raising my hands up in mock surrender.
"Now all I have to do is wait 'till Greg gets the message."
"That should take a while."
We stop by my car and fall silent.
"So," I say not wanting to finish the sentence.
"I guess this is it." She says sadly.
I sigh.
"Yeah," I agree.
"So where are you going?" Fay asks to stall the moment.
"Uh Oregon, the next state over," I answer. "I bought a house their so I can be closer to my job."
She nods. Then softly she asks, "Am I going to see you again?"
I smile at the fact that she too didn't want to leave yet either.
"Of course you will. I'm only a state away, and besides, it would be awesome knowing I have a friend around here."
"Yeah," she agrees. "A psychotic friend that is."
I smile and she smiles back then digs her hands into her pocket and pulls out a candy wrapper and a mini pen. She shoo's me aside and leans over my car to write her phone number on the candy wrapper. Passing the paper over to me, our fingers touch. making me shiver all over.
"I thought your fiance took your phone?"
"He did and I took it back. You were right, it was robbery, fiance or not."
"Good to know you're standing up for yourself." I tell her.
At the corner of my eye I catch the bald guy staring out on us wondering why we haven't left yet.
"We should-
"Go," I finish for her.
Slowly she walks over to her car and waves before she gets in and backs away from sight.
I sigh in obvious disappointment but then I cheer myself up when I held her candy wrapper up to my face. Getting into my car, I smile as I back away and start off towards Oregon again.
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