Blood of the Rainbow Page 9

  She went into the kitchen and fixed a sandwich. She went outside to get the mail. Steve’s head was under the hood of his jeep, fiddling with something. He was always fiddling under the hood. He closed it and then picked up the water hose. Surely, he’s not going to wash it again! “Didn’t he just wash that thing yesterday? He must wash the damn jeep every day,” she mused.

  Sara called out to Steve, and he waved. She grabbed the handful of flyers and bills that usually cluttered Lucy’s mailbox. Lucy was always sending off for this and that, and of course, when they got her address they started sending junk mail to her. Sara had tried to warn her about this, but Lucy wouldn’t listen.

  Sara tucked the mail under her arm and started back inside the house. An idea struck her. She stopped, and decided to talk to Steve. Sara needed to confide in somebody, and she wasn’t prepared to wait another four hours for Lucy to get home. She went back inside the house and tossed the mail on the table. Sara quickly made another sandwich, grabbed hers, and hurried across the street.

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  Steve playfully pretended he was going to spray Sara with the water hose. “You better not do that, unless you want a soggy snack,” she said, handing him the paper plate.

  “What’s this?”

  “A snack. Aren’t you hungry? I figured, with all the work you’ve been doing on that jeep, you’d be starving!”

  Steve wiped his hands on a towel and sat on the step by his front porch. “I was about to order a pizza.”

  “Where’s Carl?”

  Steve stuffed a quarter of the sandwich in his mouth. “He had to work today. If you wanna chill, I could still order us a pizza….”

  Sara sighed. “Not unless you want one.”

  Steve grinned. “That would depend on how long you can stay.”

  “That would depend on how long you want to put up with me – until Lucy gets home?”

  Steve laughed. “I might be able to stand you that long. What’s up Sara?”

  “What do you mean?” Sara tried acting innocently.

  “Come on. You’re like Lucy. When something’s bothering her and she needs to talk, she always tries to feed me – not that I mind.” Like when Jared gave her the brush off for his dreamgirl.

  Sara laughed and blushed. “I didn’t know that. I do need to talk about something but what I say has to be kept between us. You can’t tell a soul not even Carl and especially not Jared.”

  Steve eyed Sara suspiciously. “Oh Gee – this sounds serious,” he responded, contemplating. “Yeah, shoot - I can keep my trap shut,” he said laughing, “At least as long as you stuff food in it.”

  Sara punched him in the arm. “I’m serious Steve.”

  He rubbed his arm and grimaced. “I’m sorry. I was just kidding. I won’t tell a soul.”

  “I really feel guilty talking to you about this. Maybe I shouldn’t, I promised I wouldn’t’ say anything about it.”

  “Come on Sara, let’s have it. My mouth is sealed. Upon my last drop of blood, and my last breath, I will not tell.”

  “All right. How long have you and Jared been friends?”

  Steve laughed. “Forever, at least it seems that way. Let me see, I’d say we’ve known each other for at least six or seven years. Why?”

  “I was just curious. Has he ever talked to you about me?”

  “Oh yeah, all the time. I’m so freaking jealous! Jared gets the looks. He gets the job. He gets the money, and now, he gets the girl too. It can’t be fair for Jared to have all the luck, especially the part about getting the girl?”

  Sara smiled. She was flattered Steve thought of her that way. But Sara didn’t need flattery – she needed answers. She ignored Steve’s failed attempt at flirting with her. “What has he told you?” she prompted.

  “Now hang on Sara! That’s not a fair question. Just like what you tell me, what he tells me is private too. You know - the guy thing.”

  “Ok, let me rephrase it then,” she persisted. “Has he ever said anything to you about me before I moved in with Lucy?”

  Steve drew in a deep breath and blew it out between his lips. “I don’t know if you could say he was actually talking about you. He did have this one girl, but even when they were together, he kept talking about a girl he’d seen in his dreams.”

  “Did he ever mention her name?”

  “No, he said he never found out her name. She wouldn’t tell him, said she wasn’t supposed to. He was crazy about her though. I thought he was a little fruity, but you know how those Indian legends go. Something about finding his perfect match.”

  “Do you think he’s forgotten her now?”

  Steve looked up at her and laughed. “With you being around – yes! Jared is pretty into you, if you know what I mean.”

  “Yeah, I do. I hope I’m not coming between them.”

  “What - his dreamgirl? Nah! Jared’s always made up his own mind. I don’t think he would let a dream determine his future,” Steve laughed. “Who knows? If there’s anything to his dreams, you might be her. If not, I wouldn’t let it bother you. Since you’ve come along, he doesn’t talk about her anymore.”

  Sara knew differently. It was written in Jared’s diary, how he felt about this mystery girl, and it wasn’t her.

  “I would like to believe I’m the girl in his dreams, but what if I’m not? What if I’m keeping him from what he deserves? All I want is for him to be happy, even if that means he’s with somebody else.”

  “Sara, you’re far too noble. If I was Jared, and you looked at me the way you look at him, I wouldn’t waste my time on dreams. I’d hang on to what’s in front of me. Something that’s real. I think I know Jared well enough to say, he feels the same.”

  “It doesn’t matter anyway. He’ll probably never want to see me again.”

  “My God Sara! What did you do? Try to castrate him?”

  Sara smiled. “No. I guess I’m just the wrong girl asking the wrong questions.” She stood to leave.

  Steve stood. “Wait a minute… I thought you were gonna chill with me till Luce got home.”

  Sara sighed. “No offence Steve, but I need to be alone. I think I might go for a drive or something.”

  Oh no! Oh shit! Think of something fast. Stop her! “Hang on Sara! Did you and Jared have a fight?” That’s good Steve. Keep her talking. Maybe she’ll change her mind.

  “No, we didn’t have a fight. I could have handled that. Silence is what I can’t stand. I’ll see you later. Could you do me a favor? Would you tell Lucy I may not be back, but I’ll call her later and let her know I’m all right?”

  Steve’s eyes widened. Even without meaning to, it seemed as if he’d said too much. Oh shit! I can’t let her leave like this! “You’re not leaving Shreveport, are you? You just got here! What about Raging Storm? It won’t be the same without you!”

  Tears were starting to glaze Sara’s eyes at the thought of leaving. “Yeah, I know, and I was really starting to like it here. I can’t stay, not knowing my being here is going to mess things up for Jared. Will you tell her for me?”

  Steve looked worried but smiled at her. “Sure thing Sara, but what happens if Jared wants to know where you are. What do I tell him?” He’s going to kill me!

  “Just tell him I finished reading his book and he needs to keep looking.”

  Steve was confused. “Huh?”

  “Just tell him - he’ll know what I mean.”

  Steve stared at Sara’s back as he watched her leave. “Oh man!” he mused. “What am I going to do? If anything happens to her it’s going to be my fault, and Jared is literally going to kill me!”

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  Sara walked back across the street, got in her car and turned on some music. She turned it up loud, so it would drown out the voice yelling in her head.

  This is a mistake Sara. Your biggest one yet!

  Sara knew the voice was just her weakened will. Walking away from Jared was going to be hard, but she had to do it, for his sake and not
her own.

  As she pulled out of the drive, Sara didn’t know where she was going. She just felt as if she needed to go somewhere. She had to put some distance between her and Jared. She didn’t want to hurt him or stand in his way.

  “How am I going to deal with this?” she mused. The voice in her head got louder, so she turned her music up louder still. She stamped on the accelerator and headed away from Shreveport.

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  Sara had driven for a couple of hours, not actually paying attention to where she was. She should have paid more attention to detail; if she had, she would have realized her car was running low on gas. That little mistake was taken care of when the car started cutting out up one of the steep hills. By pumping the accelerator, she managed to convince her car to make it up the hill, and onto the shoulder.

  Dreadfully, she looked down at the gas gauge, and immediately remembered she hadn’t filled-up since she moved in with Lucy, three days ago. Sara hadn’t driven anywhere, so she didn’t need to. When she left Shreveport, refueling her car or doing something sensible, like making sure she had some bottled water, hadn’t crossed her mind.

  “Well this is nice,” she mused. “Sara, you’re so irresponsible, cars won’t go without gas.” She felt stupid now. She was a failure, even at letting go. Sara couldn’t even run away properly. At least she’d remembered to bring her cell. She switched it back on. Sara had turned it off when she left. She didn’t want anybody, especially Jared, calling her, until she was far enough away that she couldn’t be followed.

  “No signal,” she mused. “Ok - a bad situation just got worse!”

  Chapter 5

  Sara opened the door to her air-conditioned Crown Victoria, and blazing hot, humid air hit her in the face. She darned near crawled back in the car where it was refreshing; outside, it must have been at least ninety degrees. Sara got out, leaning her back against the car, moving her cell about – no signal. She walked a few feet around and away from the car – no signal. Panic started to creep up the back of her throat. She took several deep breaths, calming her nerves, so she could think this through logically.

  “Great,” she mused. “Now I’m starting to sound like Mr. Spock. No, I’m not,” she argued. “If I were, I wouldn’t be in this predicament in the first place. Calm down Sara.” She knew if she panicked, she wouldn’t be able to think straight. She would do something irresponsible – like running off by herself without making sure her car had enough gas! “Note to self,” she said. “In future, when running away from love – make sure the car has gas!”

  “Ok, ok – think Sara! What are your choices?”

  After a few seconds of inner-debate, Sara reasoned she had three choices. One - she could keep walking around and hope the cell picked up a signal.

  Two - she could sit in the car until someone came along, but since she hadn’t seen a car in over half an hour, that option didn’t look particularly promising.

  Three - she could get out and start walking until she found a store or a house where she could use the phone.

  Sara had heard of stories, where the girls or women knocked on doors for help, and got raped or killed. Even still, this option sounded safer than the other two. If she were lucky, she would find a gas station where she could call someone. “But who do I call?”

  Of course, the first person she thought about was Jared, but she couldn’t call him. Jared was the person she was running from. Even if, he still wanted to see her, he would probably be mad at her. Sara fought stinging tears, sighed deeply, and pushed that possibility aside. Sara thought about calling Lucy. She might be upset, but Sara could deal with that, or she could call Steve. He might call her stupid, but at least he wouldn’t look at her with accusing eyes. One thing was for certain, standing around wasn’t getting anything done; Sara needed to do something, or she was going to fry in this heat.

  “Boy, I picked a nice day for a hike – not!” she mused. “I wish I’d thought to at least bring some bottled water with me.” Sara also wished she’d worn different clothes. At least her jeans and T-shirt would have protected her from sunburn. Her halter set wasn’t going to do that. “Then again, I wish I’d remembered to - no,” she mused. “I won’t beat myself up anymore. I can’t change it now. Now is the time to act, not for panic and regrets!”

  Sara wrote a note and wedged it under her windshield wiper, telling whoever might come looking for her, which direction she went. She shielded her eyes with her arm, glanced up at the sun, and then put on her sunshades. At least she had those. They stayed in her glove compartment.

  It was still a long time until dark; so hopefully, Sara would find some place before then. Surely, there had to be some kind of populated community out here somewhere. She started walking. “I’m glad I wore my sneakers this morning. Sandals or knee-boots would have been disastrous!”

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  An hour later, Sara was still walking, and to be honest, she hadn’t tried to flag anyone down. Every time she heard a car or something coming, Sara thought about stopping them, but fear ruled out, and she’d hid in the edge of the trees until it passed. Then she’d start walking again.

  Sweat was dripping down the sides of her temples and under her hair at the base of her neck. She stopped and rummaged through her purse, finding a hair tie. Using it, she piled her hair high on top of her head. Sara didn’t have a mirror, so she had no way of knowing just how straight it was. She honestly didn’t care. At least the breeze could blow on her neck now – that helped. When it blew, there was hardly any at all.

  Sara walked, for perhaps another quarter of a mile or so, and sat on the cool grass under a huge oak. It felt good to relax. Her feet were aching from the hot, hard asphalt shoulder. Sara reasoned it must have been at least ninety degrees, and with the humidity factor and the heat rising off the road, it made it another five degrees above that.

  Her throat was parched, and her lips were getting dry. She licked them to try and keep them from cracking. Then Sara remembered her Carmex – it wasn’t in her purse. She’d already tried some bubblegum flavored lip gloss, but all it had done was dry up and leave her lips sticky, which made her even thirstier.

  It was way past lunch. Sara’s stomach growled reminding her, she hadn’t brought anything to eat or drink. “That sandwich didn’t last long. Man, what I wouldn’t give for an ice cream sundae right now,” she mused. Regardless of how hungry she was, Sara probably would have bathed in the ice cream, rather than eat it. She rested a few more minutes, and started walking again. Sara had decided to try to get a signal on her cell as soon as she reached the top of the steep hill she’d been climbing.

  About halfway up the hill, Sara felt her cell vibrate against her left hip. She breathed a sigh of relief. Rescued! She reached for it and stopped. “Oh God! What if it’s him?”

  Sara knew Jared would be mad. Why shouldn’t he be? Maybe it was Lucy or Steve, or even her mother. Sara would rather have talked to any of them, than Jared. She hoped for someone else, but Sara’s gut feeling screamed it was Jared. She squeezed her eyes shut, and held her cell where she could see the name on the screen through a tiny crack. Her fears were confirmed. It was him. She swallowed hard, put on a plastic smile and tried to sound cheerful – not out of breath, as she was.

  “Hi Jared.”

  “Where in the hell are you? Sara! I’ve been trying to call you for over an hour.”

  Sara was right. He was seething. She looked around, but nothing was familiar. “I don’t know Jared. Does it really matter where I am?” she countered.

  Jared softened his voice, but only slightly. “What do you mean, does it matter? Of course, it matters.”

  Sara reasoned it was his professional way of negotiating with a crazy person. “Jared I….”

  “You’re off on your own, in a strange place, in this heat. Do you have any water with you?” he interjected.

  Her voice was timid. “No….”

  “What?” He was yelling again.

 
; Sara started to cry. Even with all her doubt, she’d come back to life at the sound of his voice. Jared was seething mad at her, but still, Sara took comfort that he was this close – on the other end of the line.

  “What were you thinking Sara? Are you trying to drive me crazy? If anything had happened to you….”

  Now Sara felt guilty. She hadn’t thought about how her leaving would affect Jared. She thought about how noble she was to walk away. “No, I….”

  “Of all the incredibly irresponsible things you could do. Sara, it’s ninety degrees in the shade. You’ll dehydrate or have a heat stroke – whichever comes first. I’m at your car – again!” He was starting to sound exasperated and scared too. “Where are you?”

  “Again?”

  “Yes, I found your note, and I’ve gone all the way to the next town, which is eighteen miles away. There was no sign of you.”

  Sara laughed sarcastically.

  Jared groaned. “I fail to see what you find funny. Sara, you could die out here. What if somebody had stopped and - never mind, I don’t even want to think of that. I’m coming to get you. Where are you?”

  Tears were streaming down Sara’s face. Although well deserved, Jared’s anger hurt her more than she wanted it to. Yes, she was stupid. Yes, she should have made better arrangements. But right now, she would have thought Jared would have been more interested in finding her and getting her to safety than lecturing her. Sara already knew she’d messed up. Did he need to rub salt in the wounds? “I don’t know!” she cried.

  Jared sighed deeply. “All right. Don’t cry. You’ll only dehydrate yourself more. Calm down and I’ll try to calm down myself. I just can’t believe you’re doing this to me – to us – after everything I’ve told you. Did you walk in the direction you said?”

  “Yes,” Sara sniffed.