Afterlife Saga: Afterlife Part 20

"No, but ha, ha... this was just another accident but when he had asked to see it I told him no and walked off." He grinned and then his eyes fell to my gloved arms and sadness replaced his smile.

"Well I'm sure he admired you standing up for yourself, I can't imagine that happens a lot around a man like that."

"No, never more like, but he didn't look happy about it."

"I'm sure he will get over it and h.e.l.l, if you tell a man no then it d.a.m.n well means NO!" Frank was great, a real big brother. He knew what I had been through and felt the pain just like the rest of my family had, so I knew that he meant what he said. He leaned into me and said, "Well I have something to cheer you up."

"What's that?"

"Libby's in bed so you're safe." We both laughed and I was glad that I had confided in Frank, as it felt good and comforting offloading some mental weight.

I sat on my bed and pulled out the clip that held my hair up and ran my fingers through it, feeling the ache of having it up all day. It fell down my back in one big tube from spending the day twisted. I played with it, separating it into smaller pieces until it hung in waves around my waist. I examined my hand and a bluish bruise was starting to form at the knuckles. What was I thinking? I had just got rid of one only to replace it by another! I pulled down my gloves and ran my fingers over four little crescent moon shaped b.l.o.o.d.y cuts. Well at least they would fit right in with the others.

I barely ever looked at my arms, as when I did I would usually get upset at the memory of how they came to be. I touched the lighter scars at the top first and then moved down to the deeper ones near the wrist. These were larger, thicker and had never really made it back to skin colour. They were deep red as if a reminder of the blood that once poured out of them. I did the same on the other arm and placed the two side by side. What a mess. I counted eight slits on one and six on the other. I looked as though I had been mauled by a lion.

This was the reason I refused to obey Draven. I never wanted anyone to see my scars and I most definitely never wanted to explain how they got there. Well let's face it, as soon as anyone saw them they would make up their own conclusion anyway so what was the point! They were a reminder for me every day for the rest of my life of what happened. I didn't want that for other people. After all I had come here to get away from all of that.

The next day I spent looking after Libby as she had come down with the same bug that RJ had and the way my week had gone I was just hoping I wouldn't get it next.

"How are you feeling Lib's?" I asked as I sat on the couch opposite her. She looked terrible with her skin all pale making her red hair look as though it was on fire.

"I'm ok I guess, I just can't seem to keep anything down though."

"Yeah, RJ has the same thing but she rang earlier and said she was feeling better so it must only last for a few days. Do you want any soup or anything?" As soon as I mentioned food her face went a greenish colour and she bolted for the bathroom waving her hand at me.

"I'll take that as a no then." I said when she was out of sight. I was just about to go into the kitchen when there was a knock at the door. Maybe Frank was back but it would be way too early yet. He had gone over to 'The guys' house, the guys being a bunch of mates he went to school with and they now all watched football together when they could. They had all been supposed to come over here to watch the game but seeing that Libby wasn't well Frank thought it best to watch it elsewhere. He hadn't wanted to leave at first but Libby and I both convinced him that she would be fine and as I was staying in anyway there was no point him missing it.

I opened the door to a man wearing a black suit and a black chauffeur's hat. But there wasn't a car in sight. Maybe he had parked round the side but why would he do that? He held a long black envelope under his arm and asked, "Miss Johnson?" He was a bit creepy looking so I stepped back out of the door frame in case I needed to slam the door shut. I know this was an odd response but I couldn't help but be wary.

"Letter for you." And with that he held out the envelope for me to take and then he went.

"Who was that at the door?" Libby had re-emerged from the downstairs loo and was coc.o.o.ning herself back in the bedding on the couch.

"Just a letter for me, do you think you could hold down a cup of tea?" She nodded like a child and continued to watch some cheesy daytime drama.

I walked into the kitchen and placed the letter on the table while I filled the kettle. Once I had clicked it on I went to sit down and stare at it as though it would bite me if I touched it again. I turned over the black rectangle and saw that it had been sealed by red wax. I looked closer and noticed the seal was the family crest of the Dravens. It was the same as on the doors and the backs of Draven's chairs at the club. Maybe this was about my behaviour last night. Maybe I was getting sacked!

I couldn't bear it any longer, so I tore open the seal and pulled out the contents. The sound of the kettle boiling hid the small scream that I had just made and I dropped the paper back on the table. I couldn't believe it, what the h.e.l.l was going on? There must have been a mistake!

I made the tea and pa.s.sed one mug to Libby and I sat back down still in shock.

"Good news?" She asked over her mug.

"I don't know." I said slowly as I was still trying to make sense of it.

"What's wrong?"

I got up and grabbed the letter and its other contents from the table and walked back into the living room to show her.

"This is what's wrong." I said as her eyes nearly popped open at the wad of cash I held in my hands.

"WOW, where the h.e.l.l did you get that from?" I pa.s.sed her the letter without saying a word as I sat back down money still in hand.

She scanned the letter finding the words that stood out.

"That's your wages? $4000 in a month!" She shouted the words and I stared at the pile of green notes in my hand.

"But that's...that's crazy...you are a waitress right?"

"OF COURSE I am! What do you think I do there?" I said getting frustrated!

"I don't know, lure them all sacrifices...Kidding, kidding" She said but I didn't laugh. How could I... I mean what was this?

"Well at least you can get a new car now."

"I'm not going to spend it, there's been a mistake and it's going back!" I slammed it down on the table and picked up my tea, gulping it down burning my throat.

"Really, you're not going to spend it?" She said in disbelief.

"No I'm not...in fact I'm going to sort this out right now." I said getting up to go back in the kitchen, ignoring Libby as she asked what it was that I was going to do. I picked up the phone, grabbed the number that was on the fridge and called the club. It rang four times before someone picked up.

"h.e.l.lo club Afterlife, Jerry speaking."

"Hi Jerry, its Keira."

"Oh hi Keira what's up?" He asked in a wary voice. He must have thought I was calling in sick and maybe he was dreading the thought of telling them upstairs.

"Don't worry I'm not calling in sick, I just want to know could you put me through to upstairs?"

"Umm I don't know...can I ask what this is about?" Oh yeah he was wary all right!

"Well it's a bit personal and I don't think they would want me disclosing any information to anyone about it so..." That did it! Before I knew it the phone was ringing again and this time a familiar happy voice answered.

"How can I help you Keira?" Karmun asked.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Lucky guess, I'm a.s.suming you got your pay?" Ah so he knew I would call, I started to relax, as they must have realised their mistake.

"Oh, right so you know it was wrong then, its ok I will bring it back tomorrow and we can sort it out then but wow I was shocked...." He cut me off when he said, "Wrong? Keira, there's been no mistake."

"But I don't understand I..." I mumbled my words when he said, "There's someone here who wants to speak to you, hang on." Oh no, this was bad... this was a very bad idea.

"Hi Keira." I let out a sigh of relief when I heard Sophia's voice on the other end. I was just thankful it wasn't her brother's.

"Hey Sophia, I was just telling Karmun that I think there has been a mistake." I was about to explain but like Karmun she already knew.

"No, there's been no mistake, we have just added a bit onto your wages, like an advance so you can get a car." WHAT! Was she joking, they were giving me money to buy a car? I couldn't speak, I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Keira are you still there?"

Chapter 24 - Gift or Demand.

When I got off the phone from Sophia I was still in shock. Sophia went on to tell me how she and her brother felt it was important that I had my own transport as my shifts might be getting later and they felt it was unfair to ask me to do this if I would have to rely on other people. In the end I had no other option than to agree to keep the money but I stated that I would pay it back monthly, which she didn't fully agree with but I decided it was best to approach it in person so I would let it wait until Monday.

It didn't help that Libby's smugness lasted the rest of the day as she had been right in thinking I would spend it. When Frank came in it was the first thing out of her mouth.

"Guess who's buying Kazzy a car?"

"He's not buying me a car! They have loaned me an advance on my pay from work and I am paying it back!" I said with a temptation to stick my tongue out at her.

"Cool, how much are we talking about here?"

"$4000 bucks!" Libby said in a corny American accent. Frank's face lit up and replied, "Nice, but babe, leave the American to the pros ok, so when do you want to go and spend your hard earned dough?" He said mocking me, but it was hard to stay in a bad mood with Frank and that huge teddy bear smile.

"So does this mean you'll go with me?"

"Of course. I'm not letting you get ripped off, coming back here with a piece of c.r.a.p like that rusty tin can your friend's got!" He got up and put back on his jacket and baseball cap and I asked, "What, you want to go now?" He raised his eyebrows and lifted up his hand as if to say "Well of course!"

We were in his car and I had put the money in my bag stuffing it down into the bottom, paranoid that it would fall out or that I would lose it.

"You've got your licence right?" Frank had already gone over everything that I needed before I left the house.

"Yeah got it, but are you sure this guy is gonna be open? It is a Sunday!"

"Trust me this guy never shuts! You'd better let me do all the talking because this guy...well let's just say he's a bit of a ball buster." I didn't have any problems with that. I wasn't exactly br.i.m.m.i.n.g over with car expertise.

"No problem," I said as we pulled up to a set of traffic lights.

"So... I guess this means you couldn't have p.i.s.sed him off that much." Frank said giving me a wink and I shook my head in denial.

"I don't know what you mean," I said rolling my eyes and looking out of the window casually.

"Yeah sure you don't...well ok if you want to play it off as nothing then I'm game but you have to know that this isn't the normal behaviour of a boss.... right?" Well yeah of course I knew that, but was there anything normal about Draven. I mean I couldn't imagine he was spending his Sunday watching the game, drinking a Bud!' If I thought about it I couldn't imagine him doing anything average.

Thankfully he dropped the conversation as we pulled up to an intersection then took a left into "Bobby's Used Car Lot" as the sign read. Frank parked the car near a guy washing a big pickup truck. He looked about sixteen and there was no meat on him whatsoever. In fact he resembled a beanpole.

There was a gritty office and a man emerged from behind a door that had seen better days. The man was short and stocky, with the shiniest bald head I had ever seen.

Frank leaned in to me and whispered, "Man look at that head, bowling anyone?" I nudged him in his ribs and tried not to burst out laughing.

"Now remember, let me do the talking."

"I don't think that's going to be hard." I said swallowing the laugh that was still there.

"Hi there, Bobby Brown at your service, what can I do you for?" He said giving me a wink that made me smile but not for the same reason he was thinking. I couldn't help it, he was like some creepy uncle from a sitcom. He wore a tweed jacket with a pair light blue jeans that were too long for him so they were rolled up at the ankles. He topped off the look with a crooked smile and yellow teeth.

"We're looking for a reliable car for my sister here," Frank said and I loved the way he never added the "in law" bit.

"Sister eh...lucky for me then." I nearly choked trying again not to laugh.

"Well let's go and take a look should we pretty lady?" He said and motioned for us to follow him. Frank frowned at his attentions towards me but I just found it hilarious. For some reason he had kind eyes that made me want to smile back at him. However, Frank pulled back my arm and whispered in my ear, "There's something wrong... he's never this nice!" I shrugged and followed him around to the cars.

"So what's the budget?"

"$3000." Frank said before I could speak and I shot him a look.

"$3000 you say...umm ok well if that's what you've got then let's see what I can do," he said as though he didn't believe the amount.

I let him walk ahead then I whispered to Frank, "Why did you only say $3000?"

"Trust me this is how the game is played, watch and learn." He walked on holding his head high as he caught up with Bobby.

"Hey what about that one, the red Chevy?" Frank said pointing to a sporty coupe.

"What, the Camaro? Dodgy transmission that one." He said scratching his smooth head. He started to walk over to the bigger vehicles when Frank stopped him as he had spotted another one.

"Now here we are, Kaz this one's perfect! It's a Toyota Starlet right?" He asked Bobby who didn't seem that interested as he just nodded.

"Go on Kaz give it a try," Frank said opening the door to a little white hatchback.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Bobby leaned into Frank and said, "Someone died in there you see and....well... we never could get the smell out." I pulled a disgusted face and let go of the handle, rubbing my palm down my jeans leg.

"Nice!" I said sarcastically and I saw Bobby looking at me, grinning. Frank pulled me back away from the car as if I would get infected standing so close.

"Ok, what about this VW Golf?"

"Na, you don't want that one, look over here I have something perfect for the lady." Bobby said walking back in the direction of the big boys, where a line of pick-ups and 4x4's sat.

"Here we go, the Ford Bronco, now this is your girl, and it's midnight blue to match the pretty girl's eyes." He said giving me another wink and I giggled not knowing why. From anyone else I would have found this creepy but there was something strangely familiar about him, maybe he reminded me of a regular from the pub back home. They were always flirting with me but I looked at it like banter... plus I got great tips at Christmas!

"Hey look pal if you think that by putting us off all the other cars is going to make us pay $6500 then you can think again! Come on Kazzy, let's check out the Mustang over there." Frank started to walk off but I just walked around the huge blue 4x4 slowly falling in love. Bobby watched me wide eyed smiling as though it was a slam-dunk. He opened the door for me adding, "There we are lovely."

"Umm...thanks." I said getting in the driver's seat and holding the wheel.

Frank walked back to the Bronco and stood next to me looking as though I had lost my mind.

"Look I will do you a deal, I'll let her go for $3500." Me and Frank both looked at him in amazement and Frank shouted "WHAT?" looking back at me. I just shrugged my shoulders and got out walking round it trying to find what was wrong with it.

"Are you kidding, what's wrong with it?" Frank asked frowning as if Bobby was trying to sell us something dodgy.

"Nothing at all, she runs great and the lady needs something strong that will protect that pretty little bone structure. She's a 1995, 5.8 v8 engine and she's a beaut, start her up if ya don't believe me." He handed Frank the keys as though he'd known all along this was the car he would sell me or more astonishingly the one I would want. I didn't say anything as Frank took the keys and started her up while I stroked the hood like I was in front of a horse.