Page 30 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
“Let me hear it,” I told him, and he opened the driver’s door and hopped inside. The truck started on a drop of a dime. Something that I know Wren would appreciate now. It sounded good as fuck. I can’t lie.
“What this girl mean to you anyway that she got you out here doing shit like this?” Murda questioned me when he climbed out the truck.
“All you need to know is that she Mrs. Saint-Mercier.”
“Nigga, you ain’t married.”
“Yet. Don’t forget the otheryet. Let me get my woman her truck.”
“Nigga…” He stepped out the way, and I hopped into the truck.
It didn’t take me long to make it to the house. Wren was sitting out on the porch with a Nintendo Switch in her hand. She hadn’t noticed me ’til I got close up on the trailer. When she saw me stop the truck, she bolted to her feet and ran down the steps.
“Oh, my God, you found it!” she screamed and bounced on her tippy toes as I opened the door for her.
“It was never lost.”
The excitement drained from her frame. She was no longer bouncing and the smile she once wore had vanished. “What you mean it wasn’t lost?”
“I had it the whole time.”
She shoved me in the chest and my body didn’t even budge. “You had it this whole time!”
“I knew something was wrong with it, so I put it in the shop to get fixed.”
“You had me worried sick about my truck, helped me looked for it and you had it this whole time!” She shoved me again, which was surprising. She didn’t seem like the type of person that would do something like that.
“I knew that you wouldn’t willingly let me get it. I asked you if you needed help that morning when it wouldn’t start and you told me no.”
“You still could’ve told me that you had it. I was worried that I’d never see it again. You know how much this truck means to me.”
“You’re right, I should’ve told you.”
“That’s all I’m saying.” She climbed into the driver’s seat and revved the engine. “It sounds good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
A horn blared, and I looked over to see Murda pulling my car into the driveway. He stopped behind the truck and let the window down.
“I’m coming,” I told him and turned my attention back to Wren. Just like I knew it, she’ll come around. Nobody can resist me for long. “I gotta bounce,” I told her and strolled to the car, getting into the passenger seat.
“So, that’s Mrs. Saint-Mercier, huh?” Murda asked with a chuckle as I shut the door.
“Damn straight,” was my response.
Wren
A WEEK LATER
Weather Day.It was supposed to get that bad outside that they canceled school and closed a lot of establishments around the city. One thing Montgomery didn’t play about was the weather.
Sometimes when they closed school, the weather didn’t get that bad and the children just missed school for no reason. I’m guessing that they’d rather be safe than sorry.
Judging by the sun outside, I don’t think that it’s gon’ do anything today. It might sprinkle here and there, but that’s probably it. I let the cats outside to roam around for a bit, while I watched the WSFA on the weather application on my TV.
I didn’t mind a bit of bad weather; it’s just I wasn’t too fond of hurricanes and tornadoes. Those scared the shit out of me. I should’ve lived in a different place because Montgomery is prone to have tornadoes. I hate tornado season. We’re coming to the end of it, and I can’t wait for it to get cold because all of the raining is getting on my nerves.
Getting up from the sofa, I opened the door. Smoke and Luna were the only ones standing on the porch, which meant that Gremlin’s lil ass was still roaming the yard. It’s not like hecan get far. We weren’t in the trailer park anymore. Maniac has a gate around his entire house and acres. It was a lot of land to go out there and search for him. I just hate that he decided he wanted to get lost today when Josh says that it’s supposed to start raining in a couple of hours.
