"...hee..hello." She answered the phone with a bit of a mumble.
"Where are you going." Left replies.
"I don't know." said in a whispering tone.
"He won't hurt you anymore."
A few seconds pass and she begins to cry uncontrollably. It had finally built up so much that she just couldn't keep it inside anymore.
In between sobs, Left hears a "thank you" from the other end of the phone.
"Why did you hit him?" she asks.
"Because he hit you." Left answers. He could almost see her smile through the phone.
Sniffle. "Your a good guy. You've only been good to me."
He replies quickly, "Yea, we come in last, but always win."
Her sobs evolve to a slight laugh as they both continue driving.
"Stop at the gas station, ok. I want to see you."
"Ok, I'm almost there." she replies. By Left's calculations, she had to be speeding because he was still at least 20 minutes away from the destination.
A loud crashing sound goes off into Left's ear, followed by static. He looks at his phone and it says call ended.
Why did the phone cut off? She’s playing with me. Nothing is wrong. I’ll just call her back. As he frantically pushes the numbered buttons on his phone, Left was trying to figure out what the sound could have been at the end of the call. In his mind, he knows what it was, but he refuses to accept it. He hits the green send button and as he waits for the call to be connected, his nerves and fear start to take over as he begins to tap his fingers on the steering wheel. Her phone picks up, but it is her Voicemail. As he runs a stop sign, he throws the cell phone into the driver seat. The only thing that is going, over and over, through his head is the simple yet devastating, last word he heard while the phone was to his ear. Unavailable.
He slams his Right foot into the gas petal, and speeds toward the old gas station where the two first met.
The sound that he heard starts haunting him as he gains speed. He passes a cop while doing 80 in a 45. Blue lights now illuminate his rear view mirror but he presses on as if brakes haven't been invented yet.
He blows through stop signs on the lonely road. The police car following his every turn as it begins to rain, on the dark gloomy night.
He takes his last turn and begins to go up the hill before the gas station. He hopes that she is waiting for him in the parking lot. He hopes that his phone just lost service. He hopes.
As he tops the hill, her car becomes visible, but it isn't in the parking lot, waiting patiently....
