Last week for Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop, I listed
22 things I have done in my life.
This Week's Prompt: Did you create a list of 22 things you’ve done in your life last week? This week, choose one item from your list and elaborate! We want the story.
Well here's The Real Story to the best of my recollection:
It was still warm weather even though school had started again, my first year of college - we had just spent the evening hanging out at his house - he was taking me home in his mom's Mustang convertible with the top down.
It was a Thursday night I remember because we were talking about what we were going to do for the weekend on the way home and how he wanted to just drop me off quick to be ready for work in the morning.
We pulled into an unusually dark driveway which I didn't even think twice about my mom turning off the porch light. It wasn't past midnight, I was home on time for a change.
My house was one off the corner and he pulled about half way in the driveway almost to the porch leaving the back end of the car exposed to the street light on the corner.
We chatted probably making out a minute taking advantage of the darkness of the driveway with the car still running because he was leaving soon when a figure appeared out of the shadows from the neighbor's house on his side of the car. A short, non-intimidating build, it looked like my neighbor from across the street as he came in casually asking how it was going...We responded that is was going good when he told us this was a stickup - no disguise, no gun, he wanted my boyfriends wallet.
I instantly became enraged sitting in my own driveway, a place I should feel safe - with my adrenaline pumping I decided to give the guy the what for in words I can't exactly remember but I know I was pissed. I'm sure it started with "Are you kidding me?"
Somewhere in the middle of the short lived rant about being in my own driveway, a gun came in from behind me against my temple with another hand holding my head and the voice of a much larger man: "I suggest you do what you are told lady."
The rage instantly turned into shock and fear as the hair stood on my neck thinking about what was going to happen here. Was this really happening? It was Thursday night and there was guaranteed only a couple dollars (if that) in the wallet being that tomorrow would be payday. So many scenes played out in my head knowing we didn't have anything to steal but the car.
They told him to turn off the ignition.
The keys to the car were demanded and then tossed up to the front of the driveway close the back gate.
Why they didn't demand we get out of the car and just take off with it was beyond me, it was the only thing worth what they were after. The wallet was confiscated and my pockets were checked by the hands of the voice of that big dude from The Green Mile after I told them I didn't have a purse. There was a pair of fake RayBans on the dash that they swiped before taking off around the corner in a flash with the sadly bare wallet.
We sat there a moment before I looked over at his pasty face still in disbelief.
He shakily whispered that he thought he better stay for a little while.