RAIN part 4.

Rain part 4.

Her embarrassment forgotten, she stared at him with ballooning anger. A dragon holding her breath of fire.  Are you out of your mind? I barely knows you. This is our second date. If her stare could produce daggers, Jack would had been dead by a thousand stabs. 

And to her surprise Jack broke into laughter. He wasn't only laughing, he was hooting and hollering as thought he had just watched a clown successfully pulling  off his funniest act. His palms banging the truck stirring wheel, shaking the truck more than the storm had been. 

“ What are you laughing at, Jack?” she asked angrily. Greatly irritated. His proposition was insanely degrading, his reaction to her reaction was degradingly insane. 

Jack give her a look, that made her want to rub her nose, ensure her nose hadn't turned into red bulbous nose of a clown, the size of a ripe summer watermelon. 

“ You, “ he said between his laughter. 

“ Me?”

“ Yes, you. You are soooo  very predictable.  Your reaction, exactly I pictured it would be. Predictable as expected.” 

She was? She didn't know what to say. Jack said it, so matter of factly and correctly. It must be correct. All her life she had always tried her hardest to be the person what others expected her to be. A good daughter, a good student, an active volunteering youth, a good….the list went on and on. She never had that moment of 'grew your hair long while your temper runs short' a reflection of youth's recklessness, 

Without saying a word, she reached onto the truck glove compartment box, opening it. In her chest, her heart, bounced around   worse than a loose buoy in a tormented sea. She didn't know exactly what she was doing or planning to do or what got into her. Part of her wants to stay the way she was, and let Jack laugh all he wanted, laughing at her very predictable approach to life. But part of her also wants to break free. In the short span of moment between Jack’s laughter and the look he gave her, she decided to let fate made decision for her. If she found what she was looking for in the glove compartment,  she would  change, if not, she would stay the way she had been all her life: good, obedient, as expected. 

Her hands rummaged through the truck glove compartment’s, surprisingly neat contents: a pair of well worn brown leather gloves, a yellow Manila envelope with a torn top, a handgun,  black and shiny. Men with their truck and their gun, what a surprise.  She moved the gun to the side. But found nothing else. She let out a breath of relief and disappointment at the same time, not knowing what to do next. 

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Jack watching her with questioning eyes. 

“ Can I help you with something? “ he asked. 

She shook her head. “ Nothing. Don't worry about it” 

“ Are you sure? “ 

She nodded. Then shook her head again. “ I don’t know.”

She must have  looked very confused because Jack reached for her hand.” Anne, you can tell me anything, okay?”

She stared at him, calculating, balancing and wondering, if she should or would. Before she could change her mind or lose her nerve she said,…………

                                    ……. To be continue next week or sooner…….