Page 21 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
“Let’s go,” I told her, dragging her toward her car.
“I bet you won’t sleep with someone else’s man again, slut!” Aria yelled. We made it to her car, and she hopped into the driver’s seat.
“Please go home.”
“I am. Let me know when you make it home.”
I shut her door and headed over to my parking space to find a red sedan parked where I was.How?This was where I parked at. The parking lot wasn’t that big; I couldn’t lose my truck out here as if I was at Walmart or something. My head whipped around, and my eyes scanned the parking lot for my truck, but I saw it nowhere.
Removing my phone from my pocket, I dialed Uncle Trayvon. The phone rang a couple times before he answered.
“Yeah, Wren?”
“Someone stole my truck!”
“You got the shittiest luck. You know that, right?”
“Ugh!” I stomped my right foot. “Someone stole my truck,” I repeated, barely audible. It’s sinking in my brain that the one thing I had left of my dad was taken from me. Why?
“Where are you?”
“At Her Pilates on Vaughn Road.”
“I’m on my way. Call the police.”
The phone beeped in my ear, and I called nine one one.
“Dispatch, what’s your emergency?”
Tears trickled my cheeks, and I sniffled. “Someone stole my truck.”
“Stole it from where?”
“Her Pilates on Vaughn Road.”
“What’s your name and the best contact phone number for you?”
I paced the parking lot and replied, “Wren Sloane and my number is three three four, three one three, eight zero five four.”
“I’m sending someone out to you now.”
“Thank you.” I disconnected the call and nibbled on my thumbnail. This is unbelievable. If Aria hadn’t beat that girl up, I would’ve called her back and told her what happened. I think that I’m gon’ wait ’til I’m no longer out here so that she doesn’t come back. For the next ten minutes, I walked the parking lot, waiting for Uncle Trayvon and the police to arrive.
I stepped up onto the sidewalk in front of the building where they’d be able to see me when they turned into the parking lot. As I stood there, I noticed the droplets of blood on the ground where the girl was that Aria was fighting. Normally, when stuff happens like that, I’d feel sorry for the other person, but not this time. She got exactly what she deserves.
I’m sure that she knew about me and still talked to him in the first place. Some of these women be bold as fuck when it comes to these men. They don’t care about nothing but themselves.
A white Ferrari pulled into the parking lot and slowed up as it neared me. The tint on it is so dark, that I can’t see inside. The car stopped in front of me and the driver’s door opened. Maniac stepped out and I tossed my hands up in the air.
“Let me guess, Uncle Trayvon called you?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t need you.” I folded my arms over my chest.
“Seems like you do though. You wanna find yo’ truck, don’t you?”
“And how are you supposed to help me find it?” I cocked my head to the side, waiting for his response.
