Cold rain and a flat tire doesn’t mix.. I stare at my phone seeing the no signal beeping at me.
“Ugh. Why in the hell does this happen to me?!”
I sighed and looked at the sky.. I pulled my coat closer to me and thank myself mentally for putting on boots to keep my feet warm. Good things come to good people, and I tried to be good, but everything bad kept happening. I was the most well known kid in town. I was not a pretty kid in my eyes.. Five foot and two inches, straight blonde hair with dark brown eyes that I wish could pierced into people’s souls. My parents were successful business partners in their own law firm and had trained their only daughter in the business. From meeting investors to meeting the prime minister in the UK and the president of the US. I, Aislinn Windsor, met these people! Crazy right? You would think I did great, right? You’re wrong.
I dishonored my parents by sneaking around with the prime minister’s son. I didn’t sleep with him, get that out of your head! We just sneaked and climbed to the top of the London bridge. Breathtaking and worth the time to sneak out of a boring party. I was young and dumb.. if you call young at 20.
At 20, I got kicked out of my childhood home and sent to live with my mother’s distant sister in Georgia, who she never talks to since she became famous. Don’t get me wrong my parents were nice but only to a certain extent.. I was just a tool they used to get more business..
But as the rain brings me back from my memories, I stare at my beautiful grey Jeep and realized I’m going to have to leave her to go get help.
As my footsteps quietens the thoughts in my mind, I see the lights to a diner in the town that I live in with my aunt. Sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere. I was driving home after a 2 hour trip to Atlanta for a grand opening of the new hotel my aunt had built. You probably thought “oh, her aunt is just a housewife.” Wrong. My aunt Mairead is an owner of her own hotel chain called IRE, which she shortened for her beloved country and home, Ireland. I was very fortunate when she asked me to help her run her business, which I was more than glad to help her than my parents.
As I see the lights getting closer, my mind drifts off to the man I met at the opening of the hotel. Finn Galloway. He was a strange character, I felt like I have seen him somewhere but could not place him anywhere. He was a photographer for a British newspaper, and his accent was alluring. He was tall with piercing grey eyes, and swept back dark hair as dark as the devil’s soul. But the way he stared at me and smiled as his companion asked me questions about the new hotel, sent shivers down my spine. After that interview, I never saw him again. And I am hoping I do. Someday.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called the one person I knew that would pick me at 3 am in the morning, my best friend, Natalia. As the phone rings, I hear a loud engine roar behind me and lights turning on. I look behind me and gasped as the truck drove towards me at a quick speed.
I ran to jump into the ditch out of the road, as the truck sped off. As I sat in the cold wet ditch terrified, I couldn’t help but think that was some kind of warning.
Hearing a muffled voice coming from my phone, I looked down and saw that Natalia was talking or better yet screaming into my phone..
“Aislinn! Bitch why did you call me at 3 in the morning and not talk? You are ruining my beauty sleep! And what was that noise I heard?!”
“Nattio, I’m sorry but can you stop freaking screaming? It’s already bad enough I’m stuck in the rain.”
“Oh dear! Oh shit, I’m sorry, are you okay? where are you? I’ll come get you!”
“I am about a quarter of a mile from the diner. Just meet me there..”
“I am on my way, toots!”
Hearing the phone clicked and ending the call, I start walking my way to the diner, thinking about the bizarre incident with the truck.
“Boss, I think I scared her.”
“Good. I will call you back with more details.”
The man hangs up the phone and revs the loud motor and drives back into the city.