“Zack, what will I say.”
My hands wracked through my hair, pacing up and down only to stop and turn to Zack.
“I don’t know. That guy does not play games. He will chew you up and spit you out. I once saw him nearly kill a lady for just tripping over his shoe. He loves that car, he loves that car!” Zack was just on a mission to have me die. I was in so much trouble and Mathew had not slept for so long I am sure he would be in such a bad mood.
My hands shook, wanting to cry really, pacing up and down.
“Lets go wash it again.”
“We washed it two times, that smell will be there for days.” Zack added, him not helping at all.
“I am leaving now. Lock the door please, I don’t want you getting kidnapped or something on my watch.” Zack mentioned, turning to walk to the door
