Absolution by Avelyn Paige

Author:Avelyn Paige [Paige, Avelyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Covance Inc.
Published: 2017-10-12T18:30:00+00:00

“What the fuck have you done to my truck,” I yell out the door of my trailer. Ratchet looks up from the heap of car parts lying around him and just smiles.

“Good morning to you too, Siren. How did you sleep?” he smiles, while cleaning off the engine grease on his hands with a rag from his back pocket. He tosses the rag aside and just smirks back at me.

“Don’t you dare try to play this off, Ratchet. Why are these engine parts all over the ground? I may not be a mechanic, but even I know that doesn’t go there.”

“It needed a tune up, amongst other things,” he coolly replies. “The brakes were shot, the alternator was about to go out any second, and I don’t think the previous owner changed the fucking oil since the day this thing came off the dealer’s lot. It’s a miracle it’s still running.”

It should have been a warning sign, when he came to me a few days ago with the copy of the truck’s title in hand, and also demanding a copy of my mother’s death certificate, that he had plans for the old beater. How he even found that is beyond me, but he did. Surprisingly, my mother did actually own this hunk of junk. Ratchet had me sign the title amongst other documents, before whisking them away in the promise that he would handle the Department of Motor Vehicles for me. Maybe I should have asked more questions, but if it kept him occupied for a few hours, then so be it. I hated that place; even here it wasn’t as bad as California. If I didn’t have to go to the one government office that was modeled after the pits of hell, it was fine by me. But this was just way too much.

I just stare at him in shock. It’s been a week since I let him into my life, and he has taken it upon himself to just impose in every facet of my life. First, he fixed the plumbing on the trailer. Then it was the roof. After that, he convinced Willie to switch me to the afternoon shift, which I protested. The money was better at night, but Ratchet’s overprotective ass didn’t want me around that kind of a crowd, after what he witnessed the night with Johnny. And now he’s fixing my truck. Well at least I hope he’s fixing it.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate the work that he’s doing, but it is all so unnecessary. This trailer would have better served as ash once it’s purpose was fulfilled, but he didn’t see it that way. Ratchet took one look at the place and his inner handyman came out. I think if I hadn’t have distracted him the last few days, then this place would have looked like it belonged on the front page of Redneck Home Weekly.

The house was one thing, but the truck is a completely different story. It’s my only means of transportation, aside from his bike.

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