It is broken. Absolutely not going anywhere. The only choice was to shove the beast toward an auto shop, and to hope that they would take some form of payment that the American government hadn’t caught up with yet. Her credit card was easily traceable, and she would be damned if her father knew where she was. The last thing she wants is for him to find her and drag her home, kicking and screaming. Her brother does well for himself, and he can tolerate the man on his own. But his replacement family, she could never stomach them before, and now is no different.
The shop isn’t too far, and the car began to glide across the road. It is either that, or she has just gotten used to the weight of shoving it toward a hopeful direction. Thank god she knows how to set a car in neutral to push it without the brakes kicking in. Some would call her an idiot rich girl to have a car break down on her like this, only to sit and call someone else for help rather than handle it herself. Again, she would be damned to ask for more help from anyone who could tell her father her new location.
Stopping a few miles off, she slides down the side and looks over at the shop. She takes a deep breath and walks toward the shop, her dignity safely hides behind her. “Good morning,” she calls out, hoping it isn’t too early for anyone to be working. Dawn has only just broken over the horizon, and she doesn’t intend to stay often. Her eyes fall on a man coming around the corner. “Good morning, sir. I was wondering if you could help me. My car, it just died. A couple miles back. I got it this far, but I don’t think I could push it anymore without taking a break. Could you take a look at me? A look at it for me. Sorry, hella tired here.”















