I Knew You Were Trouble: Accidents Happen Read Online Free Page B
Author: M. X. Potter
diagonally across the face, to the other. The upper corner had a small web of cracks to mark the original landing point. "I didn't mean..." she started.
"I know!" I said way too loudly. Adeline jerked at my tone. "I know," I said more calmly. She presented the phone to me, her hand shaking. I took a deep breath and took it from her. I pushed the button and a psychedelic array of colors appeared; the screen was unreadable.
"I should just wait here," Adeline said, and began to back away. "I'll call my sister from inside," she said, pointing at the door we had exited from. I could see tears forming in her eyes. I felt like shit, and my phone was broken. I knew then that she was a curse. It was my own fault for thinking I owed her something this morning.
"No," I said quietly. I put the paperweight of a phone in my pocket. "I'm not leaving you here." It was only a phone, and not the first one I have broken. I stepped to the side and gestured for Adeline to get in. She didn't move. She looked at me with tears running down her cheeks. "I know you didn't mean it. It's only a phone," I said calmly.
"It happens a lot," Adeline cried. She turned and moved back toward the building, her face in her hands. Shit. I ran to catch up with her.
"Adeline, come on, don't stay here." The thought of leaving her here at the prison defeated the whole purpose of bailing her out. She turned to me, her cheeks flooded with smeared tears.
"I broke your car and your phone, and I don't even know if I can get your jeans back." Those were my best jeans. I shook the thought out of my mind.
"The jeans were old," I lied, "the car and phone are insured. They were just accidents."
"I am a walking accident," Adeline cried, for the second time in less than ten minutes, I let her cry on my shoulder. I held her as best I could, in the middle of the parking lot. This time, I held her better.
"Look," I suggested stupidly, "I have to get back to work. I'll drop you at my place. I still have a land-line. You can call your sister and straighten everything out." I don't know why I trusted Adeline. She just didn't seem like she was truly dishonest. Not the way she caved when she thought I was angry with her last night. She sniffled and broke her embrace; mine was a slower release.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Adeline replied. She wiped her eyes and looked at me. "It would be better for you if you left me here."
"Nope," I said truthfully, "I think I would be happier if I knew you were okay and not stuck in a prison waiting room." I was already in too deep to stop now. "I have to protect my investment." I smiled to soften the message. I got a small smile back. It was better than the crying. At least I was a thoughtful idiot.
"Okay, but just until I get hold of my sister," Adeline agreed. I smiled again and led her back to my car. I got her seated and closed the passenger door. I walked around the car calling myself a moron under my breath. I knew this wasn't the wisest course of action, but I kind of forced myself into it by showing up in the first place.
"Why did you bail me out?" Adeline asked carefully as I pulled out of the parking lot. That question had no good answer. Maybe she was as confused as I.
"Why did you tell the cop the truth last night?" I responded with my own question.
"I didn't like myself after you yelled at me," Adeline answered, "being arrested was better than having you hate me." Her honesty was surprising. I had thought she would dodge the question as I had.
"Why did they arrest you? The cop said you were on a restricted license, but usually they just give you a ticket or something." Adeline looked down at her feet, and I instantly regretted asking. I was about to change the subject when she spoke.
"Things happen to me," Adeline responded cryptically, "I know they're my fault, like your phone. Its just not on purpose. It seems to happen a lot." She brushed
"I know!" I said way too loudly. Adeline jerked at my tone. "I know," I said more calmly. She presented the phone to me, her hand shaking. I took a deep breath and took it from her. I pushed the button and a psychedelic array of colors appeared; the screen was unreadable.
"I should just wait here," Adeline said, and began to back away. "I'll call my sister from inside," she said, pointing at the door we had exited from. I could see tears forming in her eyes. I felt like shit, and my phone was broken. I knew then that she was a curse. It was my own fault for thinking I owed her something this morning.
"No," I said quietly. I put the paperweight of a phone in my pocket. "I'm not leaving you here." It was only a phone, and not the first one I have broken. I stepped to the side and gestured for Adeline to get in. She didn't move. She looked at me with tears running down her cheeks. "I know you didn't mean it. It's only a phone," I said calmly.
"It happens a lot," Adeline cried. She turned and moved back toward the building, her face in her hands. Shit. I ran to catch up with her.
"Adeline, come on, don't stay here." The thought of leaving her here at the prison defeated the whole purpose of bailing her out. She turned to me, her cheeks flooded with smeared tears.
"I broke your car and your phone, and I don't even know if I can get your jeans back." Those were my best jeans. I shook the thought out of my mind.
"The jeans were old," I lied, "the car and phone are insured. They were just accidents."
"I am a walking accident," Adeline cried, for the second time in less than ten minutes, I let her cry on my shoulder. I held her as best I could, in the middle of the parking lot. This time, I held her better.
"Look," I suggested stupidly, "I have to get back to work. I'll drop you at my place. I still have a land-line. You can call your sister and straighten everything out." I don't know why I trusted Adeline. She just didn't seem like she was truly dishonest. Not the way she caved when she thought I was angry with her last night. She sniffled and broke her embrace; mine was a slower release.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Adeline replied. She wiped her eyes and looked at me. "It would be better for you if you left me here."
"Nope," I said truthfully, "I think I would be happier if I knew you were okay and not stuck in a prison waiting room." I was already in too deep to stop now. "I have to protect my investment." I smiled to soften the message. I got a small smile back. It was better than the crying. At least I was a thoughtful idiot.
"Okay, but just until I get hold of my sister," Adeline agreed. I smiled again and led her back to my car. I got her seated and closed the passenger door. I walked around the car calling myself a moron under my breath. I knew this wasn't the wisest course of action, but I kind of forced myself into it by showing up in the first place.
"Why did you bail me out?" Adeline asked carefully as I pulled out of the parking lot. That question had no good answer. Maybe she was as confused as I.
"Why did you tell the cop the truth last night?" I responded with my own question.
"I didn't like myself after you yelled at me," Adeline answered, "being arrested was better than having you hate me." Her honesty was surprising. I had thought she would dodge the question as I had.
"Why did they arrest you? The cop said you were on a restricted license, but usually they just give you a ticket or something." Adeline looked down at her feet, and I instantly regretted asking. I was about to change the subject when she spoke.
"Things happen to me," Adeline responded cryptically, "I know they're my fault, like your phone. Its just not on purpose. It seems to happen a lot." She brushed
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