handle, only to realize it was locked. I slap my palm against my forehead then lightly tapped on the window.
“Krystle, it's Aunt Courtney; I need you to unlock the door so I can get in.” Talking was useless; she couldn't hear me over her screaming.
“This can't be happening,” I said to myself, leaning against the car.
Luckily, my phone was in my back pocket, I called the one person I knew could help me, which was AAA. If I called Tony and told him where we were, and where we were going after he said no, who knows what he would have said or did.
Two hours later, AAA finally reached us, Krystle's screaming had subsided and I was exhausted. I thought she might have fallen asleep as Mr. AAA looked through the driver's side window, pointing out the obvious.
“Your problem is your keys are in the ignition, that's one if the main reasons you can't get in.”
I close my eyes and massage my temples, trying not to get upset.
“Have you tried all these doors?” he asked in a calm tone.
“Did I do what? Look… Albert,” I said, reading his shirt. “All I need you to do is pop the lock, so I can be on my way.”
“First, my name’s not Albert. I'm doing a favor for him, ‘cause I owe him money. Oh, my name’s Elijah.” He cheesed.
“Whatever your name is, can you just pop the damn lock please?”
“I would, but I don't have to, ‘cause this one is unlocked already,” he said, opening the front driver side door and then sticking his head in. “You know you got a whole adult on the floor of your car?”
“What?”
“Never mind, don't worry; here's my business card, I'm a full time lawyer in real life,” he said, handing me his card.
I felt my face turn red with anger as I spoke. “Get the hell out my way,” I said, clenching my teeth.
He moved back as I put the car in reverse first, and then in drive. With the luck I was having, I shouldn't have been surprised when the damn car turned off completely. I looked back at Krystle, still lying on the floor, breathing heavily with her eyes wide open.
“How could I be so stupid?” I asked myself aloud, hitting my head against the horn. A light tap on the driver window caught my attention. I turned my head in that direction, only to see the stupid AAA lawyer standing there smiling, holding up a red gas can.
Three and a half hours later, we were finally on the way home. I called Tony and told him a little white lie, simply saying everything, except for attempting to take Krystle to see Momma. I think he knew what I was trying to do anyways, because when we made it home, his face showed it. He fussed from the time he opened the back door to pick up Krystle, all the way from taking her upstairs, until he came back downstairs to where I was sitting.
“So you gon’ tell me where the hell you were trying to take her?”
I didn't respond to him at first, I'd gotten comfortable and my ass was tired; I stretched out on the couch.
“Courtney?”
I didn't want to talk, so I just held my hand up in a “halt” position hoping that would let him know I wasn't in the mood for his questions.
“Alright Courtney, but we will talk about this tomorrow,” he said, walking away and closing his room door.
Finally, I could get some rest.
***************************
APRIL 26
The alarm from my cell started playing some fancy light tune, waking me up from my sleep. With my eyes still closed, I reached down towards the floor trying to feel for it, but it wasn't there. I peeled the left side of my face off the leather couch, turning my head. When I opened my eyes, Krystle was sitting Indian style in front of me.
“I'm sorry about yesterday, I don't know what's coming over me, please don't tell my daddy.”
I wanted to answer her at that moment, but I was still exhausted from the previous day.
“You're late for work, so you might as well stay home; what time are you fixing lunch today?” she began to whisper.
“I'll fix you lunch, just give me a minute, okay
“Krystle, it's Aunt Courtney; I need you to unlock the door so I can get in.” Talking was useless; she couldn't hear me over her screaming.
“This can't be happening,” I said to myself, leaning against the car.
Luckily, my phone was in my back pocket, I called the one person I knew could help me, which was AAA. If I called Tony and told him where we were, and where we were going after he said no, who knows what he would have said or did.
Two hours later, AAA finally reached us, Krystle's screaming had subsided and I was exhausted. I thought she might have fallen asleep as Mr. AAA looked through the driver's side window, pointing out the obvious.
“Your problem is your keys are in the ignition, that's one if the main reasons you can't get in.”
I close my eyes and massage my temples, trying not to get upset.
“Have you tried all these doors?” he asked in a calm tone.
“Did I do what? Look… Albert,” I said, reading his shirt. “All I need you to do is pop the lock, so I can be on my way.”
“First, my name’s not Albert. I'm doing a favor for him, ‘cause I owe him money. Oh, my name’s Elijah.” He cheesed.
“Whatever your name is, can you just pop the damn lock please?”
“I would, but I don't have to, ‘cause this one is unlocked already,” he said, opening the front driver side door and then sticking his head in. “You know you got a whole adult on the floor of your car?”
“What?”
“Never mind, don't worry; here's my business card, I'm a full time lawyer in real life,” he said, handing me his card.
I felt my face turn red with anger as I spoke. “Get the hell out my way,” I said, clenching my teeth.
He moved back as I put the car in reverse first, and then in drive. With the luck I was having, I shouldn't have been surprised when the damn car turned off completely. I looked back at Krystle, still lying on the floor, breathing heavily with her eyes wide open.
“How could I be so stupid?” I asked myself aloud, hitting my head against the horn. A light tap on the driver window caught my attention. I turned my head in that direction, only to see the stupid AAA lawyer standing there smiling, holding up a red gas can.
Three and a half hours later, we were finally on the way home. I called Tony and told him a little white lie, simply saying everything, except for attempting to take Krystle to see Momma. I think he knew what I was trying to do anyways, because when we made it home, his face showed it. He fussed from the time he opened the back door to pick up Krystle, all the way from taking her upstairs, until he came back downstairs to where I was sitting.
“So you gon’ tell me where the hell you were trying to take her?”
I didn't respond to him at first, I'd gotten comfortable and my ass was tired; I stretched out on the couch.
“Courtney?”
I didn't want to talk, so I just held my hand up in a “halt” position hoping that would let him know I wasn't in the mood for his questions.
“Alright Courtney, but we will talk about this tomorrow,” he said, walking away and closing his room door.
Finally, I could get some rest.
***************************
APRIL 26
The alarm from my cell started playing some fancy light tune, waking me up from my sleep. With my eyes still closed, I reached down towards the floor trying to feel for it, but it wasn't there. I peeled the left side of my face off the leather couch, turning my head. When I opened my eyes, Krystle was sitting Indian style in front of me.
“I'm sorry about yesterday, I don't know what's coming over me, please don't tell my daddy.”
I wanted to answer her at that moment, but I was still exhausted from the previous day.
“You're late for work, so you might as well stay home; what time are you fixing lunch today?” she began to whisper.
“I'll fix you lunch, just give me a minute, okay
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