Page 10 of Enraged

Flinging open the front door, I rushed inside the cabin.

In the living room on the leather sofa sat a poofy white cupcake and she was screaming into the oblivion.

Lena. Halle-fuckin’ lujah.

She stopped screaming when she saw me, but she jumped to her feet in surprise.

The unsteadiness she had on her feet told me she and I had similar coping methods.

“Dakota! You scared the fuck outta me!”

“You scared me! Where the fuck is your car!?”

She looked at me like I’d lost my mind.

“It’s outside?”

No, the fuck it’s not.

“No, it’s not.”

“Well, I didn’t walk here Dak.” She rolled her eyes.

Well, no shit, Sherlock.

“Where did you park?” I asked, trying to keep my patience.

“Out- fuckin-side, bro! In the fuckin’ yard!!”

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.

Opening the front door, I stuck my head out. No Chevy Tahoe to speak of.

Dear Lord, please don’t let her car be down the side of the fuckin’ mountain.

Directing my tone towards the living room where the blushing bride was guzzling from an ancient bottle of whiskey, I spoke calmly.

“Lena, your car isn’t out there, doll.”

Exasperated, she stalked towards me, her feet not nearly as dedicated to the mission as her mind. As she reached the doorway, she tripped on her dress, causing me to reach out to steady her.

“I’m FINE,” she declared, angrily.I let go of her arm.

“My car is right THERE, Dakota!” She pointed to the woodline.

She parked in the damn woods?

“Why did you park in the damn woods?”

“I didn’t want anyone to find me but look-a- fuckin’ here!” She spat, venom dripping from her voice.

I forgot how spicy this girl can get.

“It’s my cabin,” I pointed out. “I came here for the same reason you did.”

Her expression softened as the realization hit her that she wasn’t the only one suffering.

“I’m sorry, Dak.” She spoke softly before extending the bottle of Jack to me.

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