Maybe I Know | Rachel & Owen
“No, no, no!” shouted Rachel, pounding on the steering wheel of her car. Rachel was someone who didn’t like to admit to herself - or anyone else - that anything was ever wrong, but it seemed that lately even she couldn’t pretend things were perfect and this was just the latest in a long list of things she couldn’t control.
The sputtering sound coming from the engine was far from comforting and, having driven this far out, she despaired of being able to walk back home. So much for lifting her spirits with a little day trip. Rachel pulled off the side of the road, burying her head in her hands. She realized she didn’t know who to call. Her sister was, naturally, her first instinct, but she wouldn’t know what to do and, what was more, it would only worry her; Tony was probably high; she would probably do better getting out and pushing than calling Seth; Alan wasn’t much more useful; there was no way in hell she was calling her boss. How had she, just like that, exhausted the list of people she could rely on?
Slamming her fist down on the console, Rachel unbuckled her seatbelt and threw open her car door. It felt good to stomp over to the front of the car, like she was accomplishing something, until she reached her destination. Doubt clouded Rachel as, considering she knew nothing about cars, she had no idea where to start. Reaching out, she touched the hood only to yelp and jump back in surprise.
“Hot, hot!” she shouted, turning away from the car in despair. She felt like crying, she felt like screaming, she felt like punching someone in the face. Instead, she stared blankly at the car, suddenly remembering that her phone had died while playing Pokemon Go (while driving) a few minutes ago.
“Shit.”
