Familiar Voice

"Are you alright?" My eyes left the car for the street, skipping through the question. The scratchy patches on the window pleated sight through, catching hold of two couples, their hands were on each other, her head leaned on his arm as they strolled through the feet path. There was so much love. His car would be in the company premises every evening, his then cold face would be colored into the beautiful morning sun, jiggling the brow lock with three keys with his fingers. 'Take a break from work' that honey tone would spread through the ears, igniting the heart to warms of hundreds.

The heart would feel at peace in his arms on weekends walks, feeling secure and safe with him around.

'They must be new couples' the mind brushed in 'give them months and everything will change' it continued to scrap the heart from any hopes.

"The more you think about him ,the more it going to hurts" I slide my face to his , he pulled out a hand clean and lay it in my hand. "I wasn't thinking about him" I said soaking the handkerchief in my tears. I didn't want to appear weak in front of him, I've always stood out firm and bold in his presence seeing me in such state, I feared his thoughts about me would change. He wouldn't see me the same as before, the confidence and strong lady would look vulnerable to him.

"Alice, you don't have to put on a brave face. I know the feeling of being hurt by the one you love" he said, looking in the dim window glass, dominating his reflection to subdued.

'He sure did know the feeling'. Three years ago he was left at the altar with no bride to take an oath with. His wedding was a talk for the media, the bride who chose a wealthy husband over him, sent a mail two weeks after her elope with her do call rich husband. That teared him apart, giving him the course to pull away from love. He placed all his attention to his career, working days in and out only to build enough so that no one would look down him.

Dark, darkness was crowded in my eyes, with several attempts I lit my eyes to the first light that spiked discomfort to my pupils. In used of my hands to shield my eyes, the deep cut on my elbow came to my notice, accompanied with sharp pain in my back. Little jiggles danced in my ears.

Taking another look, Author's hands were hooked to my body in block from the hard surface. I watched out to see the cars lined in ques, grouchy sounds pumped from the car, snatching the minds from rest.

I stepped out to have a clear look at the scene, shattered glasses laid around. Holes crooked on my car front lights, dents plastered on it sides defecting it from it glow. Grabbing attention to the black car next to mine was immensely destroyed. The front lights were both gone, bruises with heavy dents registered around the car.

Squeezing his way out of the car, a man stumped his feet, the white shirt shirt with black stripes grabbed fit on his masculine body. His eyes scanned his car, squirming his throat was tight grunt. Narrowing his brows in my direction "you did this" how would I know, I didn't even know how the accident came about, all I recalled was the hard hit.

But in records of my driver's ability and safety protocol, I was certain he wasn't at fault. If he wasn't at fault for the accident there was no need to take responsibility, his car must have hit our car and I should be the one in his state. "You have to pay damage fee, the car is ruined". Hell no, no way I was paying for something I wasn't responsible of. I was in deep financial crises I did not want more to it, I would if my driver was at fault I assured myself.

"Listen, your car hit my car so you have to take responsibility"

"I'll if am at fault. I know my driver he isn't a careless driver. He can't be the cause of this accident, accept your fault and let pass this" I argued.

"Miss, you either pay the damages caused to my car or we have this settled by the police" he said bring his phone to surface. 'how dare him, is he threatening me?' the questions screamed in my head. If that what it had come to then I was on for it, I'd nothing to fear, he was at wrong.

"Go for it, have the police involve let them investigate who's at fault" I said with pause of my hands on my hips, glaring straight at his lemon eyes, back at me he held his face tight without resistance. Our little eye contest was shut out by the sudden whispered.

"Alice, we're at fault"

"What?!" I flinched, widened my eyes to the unwelcome statement. My stabbed it way to the driver, shielding his body behind Author. 'damn it' a slow groaned fanned out.

He stood there while I was running my mouth in his defense and said nothing.

"Don't blame him, he didn't know how to tell you. You were defending him so.." that was no excuse, when one is one it always best to admit to it, he could have said so earlier but he stayed silence and watched me go on without.. gush.

With heavy breath, my eyes lit after a quick close. Setting the heart to calm my legs reached him in snail. " I'm sorry" the apology came out with a bow, displaying the values I was taught by my father. It never too late to make your wrong right, he always said, and the best way to do that is by giving a sincere apology.

"You were right. It was wrong of me to accuse you without getting to know the fact. Don't worry I'll pay for the damages caused to your car , just please forgive me. I continued, his hands were wrapped on his chest as he stared at me in closed lips, probably saying I told you so. Reaching out to the car I grabbed my paused and took out my phone. "What's your account number?"

"I prefer cash" he stated, tracing his steps back to his car, greasing his fingers on the dens and scraps. "Ummm" my lips paused with little words to say, I ran my hand through every pockets in my bag but found nothing, the silent nod from Author broke the hope in me. Strolling back to him " I have no cash on me, why don't I transfer it to your account" my lashes fluttered with poppy eyes. Even with all my pleads his head went east and west.

"I would give it if I'd it with me, currently I have no cash. Please accept the transfer, I promise it authentic. I'll have it sent to you in less than a minute" his phase phrased in contend , ignoring my continuous plead he froze his lips.

"Bullet" a familiar voice called out to him from within the car. My faded memory scanned through for where I've heard the voice and who, but it was clear he sounded like him.

"Let it be" the deep husky tone echoed in my head, clocking back to him. The same space of words which always send chills to my spine.

I scout my feet to the car with intention of getting a clear view at him but was forbidden by the rich black window glass. The heart felt a heat of a thousand, dancing of butterflies kicked the stomach to excitement and fright ,with every feet closer to the car.

"Yes sir" he replied squeezing his head to the car and drove off with no word or complain from him. "Shall we?" cold gritty touch springed chills on my skin, plugging me from thoughts of why he sounded so familiar. My eyes met Author who gestured for us to leave.

"Is he the one?".