•Chapter Two•

                                    

                                              



C H A P T E R  T W O 

                          
A Month Later 
                          
9:46 A.M

                          
Finn's P.O.V
                          
I gripped the steering wheel and looked out the windshield.
                          
I stepped on the gas pedal a little harder, and tightened my grip on the wheel.
                          
I pressed harder against the pedal and heard a ear-piercing feminine shriek and an equally loud THWACK. I stomped on the brakes hard, lurching forward in my seat. Confusion swelling inside of me, I swiftly rolled down my window and stuck my head out. I widened my eyes.
                          
There was an old woman that had raised her walking stick, menacingly sticking it out at the car's front. Apparently she didn't see me, or was either too outraged to care. She started whacking her walking stick on the car's engine, and my baby sputtered and grunted. I hurriedly got out and frantically waved at her to stop.
                          
"Hey - Hey! Excuse me, Ma'am, please stop - Madam!"
                          
Bystanders passing by stopped and watched the scene unfold. Some were trying to suppress their laughters. Some were just grinning freely. Others just didn't care, and started walking away from the stupid scene that was occurring. Two women that rested babies on their hips watched us, the mothers horrified and confused, and the babies giggling loudly and waving their rattles. A jogger trotting along the sidewalk glanced at us. He looked at me, then at the old woman who was screaming profanities at the top of her lungs. He widened his eyes and sprinted away as fast as he could.
                          
"Excuse me - miss, this is my car - please stop!'' I yelled, trying to be heard over her loud tantrum. She whammed the car again and again, completely oblivious to my desperate pleas.
                          
At least, I thought she was.
                          
She finally stopped beating poor Blackjack up and turned towards me, breathing heavily and glaring at me with her cold blueish-grey eyes.
                          
Now, if she was tall and towering over me, I would be scared out of my wits. But the old woman was actually more than two feet shorter than me, so she looked like an evil little elf who just got ticked off because you told on him to Santa Claus to give him more work or something.
                          
"Hello sweetheart." She suddenly gave me a friendly smile, which took me aback. Shocked and a bit uneasy, I decided to give her a polite greeting as well.
                          
"Hello m'am." I uneasily flitted my eyes between the old woman and the mob that had gradually crowded around us. Anticipation hung in the air between me and the woman, and watched with terror as the woman's face transformed from sweet to sour. Real sour.
                          
The woman's face had morphed into complete outrage. "How dare you strike a senior?" She roared, and spit flew into my face.
                          
"I-I'm- I'm sorry-" I was at a loss for words. But apparently I didn't need any, because the woman continued to bellow at me with her oh-so-lovely breath.
                          
"You almost killed me, young man!" She ranted, placing her hands on her boney hips. "Is this a display of how young, supposedly-gentlemen are now? Carelessly speeding around in their fancy, little Mustangs and all those other expensive car brands?" She held up two wrinkly, bony fingers in the air and curled them when she said 'expensive car brands'.
                          
I was about to protest and beg for dear mercy from her foul breath, but she just kept blabbering on and on.
                          
"Is this the world now? My, back in my day, men weren't like this at all. Not at all. Such rebels." She grunted distastefully and seemed to realize for the first time the huge horde of people flocking around us, eagerly awaiting what's next. She glared at the swarm of people and shooed them away like pests.