![]() I Stole His Car
-- EXCERPT: Then Zander’s gaze turns back to me, and I don’t feel so warm and fuzzy toward him anymore. Instead, I feel as though I’m facing a judge and ready to hear the verdict on just how many years I’m about to be thrown in jail. “You stole my car,” he growls. “Yes.” No point denying it. “You kidnapped my twelve-year-old brother.” “Technically, yes. However, I wasn’t aware he was in the car at the time,” I pathetically try to defend my actions. “You came back, though, even after I told you I was calling the police.” His stance is stern, but I see the same expression of curiosity that I saw earlier in Van. “Yes.” I glance around again, waiting to see the flashing lights of a police car approaching in the distance. Instead, I see a lone officer in uniform approaching us. I don’t recognize him as one of Brian’s friends, but that doesn’t mean he won’t hand me over to him. I barely even got to enjoy my freedom away from Brian. Well, it technically wasn’t freedom since I was chased the entire time. Why can’t I just catch a break? I can’t stop myself from stepping away from the young officer, my body back to being tense and shaky. I hate that this feels normal to me now. It never used to be. Now it feels strange to feel relaxed. “What’s wrong?” Van asks me, his concern sweet. “Excuse me, but did I just hear you accuse this woman of stealing your car?” the officer asks, swinging his hand to rest on his side arm in what looks like a reflex. Silence falls over us. Van looks as panicked as I feel. I can’t read Zander’s face, but he hasn’t confirmed the man’s words. That gives me a small amount of hope. Maybe he is the most forgiving man in the world. ![]()
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3 Comments
Rita Wray
9/21/2017 02:43:09 pm
Thank you for the excerpt.
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heather
9/21/2017 04:32:43 pm
Sounds like my kind of read.
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Dale Wilken
9/21/2017 05:24:08 pm
I loved the excerpt thank you.
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