The white van

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 She was wet.

 It had been raining for the past twenty minutes and Zimba was squeezed up against the post office side wall trying to escape the determined droplets of water. 

  She watched bitterly as people rushed by with umbrella's, rushing towards their safe warm houses. She wondered what her parents were doing right now, probably sipping terribly made hot chocolate by the fireplace. 

 The thought of them missing her hot chocolate made her smile. Maybe it would be enough to make them forgive her and allow her back into the house. 

 With a smile on her smile, Zimba started to imagine her parents kneeling down before  her asking for her to come back home. 

 Occupied with her thoughts, she didn't notice the van that was slowly coming to a stop next to her. 

 The driver opened his window and yelled out, "Get in!" 

 Zimba slowly came back to reality and she noticed the car right in front of her with its driver scowling at her. 

 "I don't need a ride!" She yelled slightly because of how loud the rain was getting. 

 "I wasn't asking." The man opened his door and Zimba took this as her only opportunity to manage an escape. 

 Getting kidnapped now was going to make her entire life even worse. She was two weeks pregnant and she couldn't even remember the man responsible. 

 What she remembered clearly was the sex and God, it was the best sex she had ever had in her life. 

 What if the driver that's chasing her is him? 

 She halted suddenly and turned around. The driver slowed down with a confused look on his face. 

 "Why did you stop?" 

 "What's your favourite color?" Zimba could remember the conversation she had with the father of her baby. His favourite color was pink. 

 "Why don't we talk in the car, the rain is getting too loud and I don't want to get more drenched." He didn't make a move to come towards her and she didn't make a move to leave. 

 "Answer the question!" She placed her hands in her jacket to stop them from shaking. This time it wasn't because of the biting cold, she was scared, terrified. 

 What if he was the one and he rejects her and abandons them? What if he'll ask her to just abort their baby?. All these thoughts ran through her head and more. 

 "I like many colours." The short chubby driver said after seconds of thinking. That was what her mystery man had said before admitting to liking pink. 

 Did he not remember her? 

 "Is pink among them?" She asked and took two tiny steps away from him, increasing the distance between them. 

 He didn't look like he was here to talk about a possible pregnancy, he didn't even look at her in the lustful intense way that her mystery man had. He seemed shorter and chubbier. 

 Maybe he's the one and she just forgot how short or how chubby he was. 

 "Are you checking me out?" His voice came out filled with amusement and surprise.

 "Maybe." Zimba replied. 

 "Pink is his favourite color, not mine." The driver said, flipping his hair away from his face.

 "Who?" Thunder was heard in the distance and lightning followed shortly after briefly exposing her confused face to those who were still around but kept their eyes on other people instead of where they were going. 

 "My boss, he wants to speak to you." 

 "Where is he?" Zimba asked, her heart flipping. So he actually cared about her and his baby. 

 "I'll take you there." The man turned back to the car and gestured for her to follow him. 

 "Why should I believe you?" It was getting unbearably cold and the thunder was getting louder. 

 "You don't have to. You just have to believe in yourself, what your mind is telling you." 

 Her mind was telling her two things, one of which involved her at the side of the road found dead after this man kills her while the second thing involved her being reunited with the father of her pregnancy and living the most wonderful life having the most amazing sex. 

 "He sent you to me?" She asked, pointing a finger at her chest, "how did he know where to find me?" 

 "He didn't, that was my job. Now get in, we're already late." 

 "I'm going to get in the car only on one condition." Zimba placed a hand on her hip.

 "We don't have time for-" Zimba started walking away before he could finish the sentence. 

 "Fine, come back!" He yelled out and she turned around smiling. Maybe things were about to change, maybe her life wasn't as horrible as she thought it would be. 

 "I'm back, now are you ready to listen?" Zimba raised a brow. 

 "Ofcourse, anything you want." 

 "I need to buy new clothes, I'm not meeting up with him like this."