Dark past keeps haunting

Harley Finley

I hunched over the front bumper of my car with my flashlight in my hand as I looked at all the metal and plastic parts that made this piece of shit run.

Or should I say break down?

Anger rushed through me at the thought of being stuck in this town for any longer. It was unbearable to think of running into more of my past.

The funeral and service for Jim was enough to last a lifetime, in combination of seeing my ex and having to deal with Colten, who seemed slightly jealous of the idea of me not only thinking about his cock. I was ready to combust into dust and just let the wind take me home at this point.

"What are you doing?" Colten asked with amusement circling his words as he watched me.

My finger followed along a piece of hosing that connected with the motor. I squeezed it, allowing a small amount of oil to coat my finger. So I climbed in deeper, allowing my ass to raise to the ceiling in the garage as I tried to see where the leak was coming from.

"Trying to figure