I went to the waiting area and sat down, leaving my purse on the table as I waited for Alex to come back. When he walked through the front door, he gave me that same bright smile. “Hey, Grace! Thanks for coming in! Have you been helped yet?”
“Not really. I mean, Jackson spoke to me, but he wasn’t really helpful, per se. He told me the car was a piece of crap and not worth saving.”
Alex crossed his arms. “Where is he?”
“He’s outside banging a sledgehammer against some car like an insane man.”
“Oh.” Alex frowned and shook as if a chill had run over him. “Don’t take it personally. He’s having a bad day.”
I sarcastically laughed. “How can you tell? It seems as if he’s always in a mood.”
“Yeah, but…” Alex frowned. “When he’s out there, hitting those cars, it means he’s in a bad mood. Like, really bad mood. There’s no getting through to him when he’s like that.”
“He’s not the easiest person to deal with.”
“That’s true, too.” He snickered and nodded, walking toward my car with me. “He’s not as bad as everyone says.”
“No,” I agreed. “He’s worse.”
“That’s just because you don’t know him. The Jackson I know is one of the nicest guys, but he doesn’t show it the same ways as others do. If you watch closely, you’d see it every now and then.”
“So what you’re trying to tell me is that somewhere inside that person’s body over there is an actual heart?”
“Yes.” Alex smirked and leaned in toward me, whispering. “And sometimes it even beats.”
Wow.
What an odd concept.
“Listen, I know the shit people say about him, and I know the rumors that get tossed around, but those lies aren’t Jackson. The truth is, he’s one of the best humans on this here Earth. It’s a shame the world is missing out on knowing him because they are so stuck in their false realities of the man that he is. He might be my only nephew, but if I had more, he’d still be my favorite.”
“He’s your nephew?” I asked. “Mike is your brother?”
“No.” He shook his head. “His mother was my sister.”
Was. That word hit me so hard, and my next breath was stolen from me. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you. It’s been over fourteen years. Hannah was…” His words faltered, and he cleared his throat. For the first time, I witnessed Alex frown, and it was the saddest moment. His always happy eyes became a bit dimmer. “My sister was a good person. Not a day passes that I don’t think about her. Not a day passes when Jackson doesn’t, too.”
“I’m truly sorry. I couldn’t imagine what going through something like that is like.”
“It’s worse than anyone could ever believe. What Mike and Jackson both went through…” He took a deep breath. “No one can understand that kind of suffering. Not even me.”
It made it seem as if there was a lot more to the story, but I didn’t ask any questions. It wasn’t my place.
He shook his head back and forth and washed away his somber stare. “But listening to my family’s woes is not why you’re here. Let’s talk about your car.”
“Oh yeah, the car,” I muttered, still somewhat thinking of the monster that had greeted me.
“Do something for me.” Alex scrunched up his nose, rubbed the back of his neck, and then tossed me the set of keys. “Give the engine a turn.”
I did as he said, and a high-pitch sound came through before it began to smoke.
“That can’t be good.” I laughed.
He agreed. “Yeah, but it’s a better sound than before. I’m not giving up on it just yet.”
“Yes, you are because it’s a piece of shit!” a person snapped, stumbling into the space. “I don’t know why you brought that into my damn shop.”
I looked up to see a grown man wavering back and forth with a whiskey bottle in his hand. He was almost Jackson’s exact twin, except aged with wrinkle lines, gray hair, and an even more pronounced permanent scowl.
I didn’t know someone could scowl more than Jackson.
Alex’s persona shifted at the sight of the man. “Mike, I thought you weren’t coming in today.”
“It’s my shop. I’m allowed to come and go as I please. Don’t forget it,” he hissed, walking over to the car. He tossed the hood down and tapped it twice. “Take this to the scrapyard.” He took a swig of the whiskey and then finally glanced my way. The moment he met my stare, I swore I saw hatred swim in his eyes. “I know you,” he hissed.
“I don’t think so,” I replied, nerves building in my gut. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jackson in the back corner of the shop, looking our way.
His frown was identical to his father’s.
“I’ve seen the likes of you. You related to those people at the church?”
“My father runs the church.”
“Hmph. You’re a PK,” he groaned, taking another drink.
“A PK?” Alex asked, but I knew the term. It’d been tossed my way all my life.
“A pastor’s kid,” I answered.
“I don’t want nothing to do with you people,” he scolded me. “So take this piece of shit car and get out of my shop.”
“But Mike, I think I can fix it,” Alex started. It was clear Jackson’s father made him nervous. The same kind of nervous he was making me feel. It was scary being around unstable individuals because you never truly knew would come next.
“We ain’t fixing shit for this bitch.”
Chills down my spine.
Knots in my stomach.
“Dad, knock it off. Don’t be a fucking asshole,” Jackson barked from afar, growing a bit red in the face. I didn’t know someone could make Jackson seem so soft, but his father sure did. “You’re drunk.”
“I might be drunk, but I ain’t stupid.” His eyes stayed glued to me. “I know what kind of people that church brings up, and I don’t want nothing to do with any of them. The way they act like they give a damn about people, but really, they just take their money and live in their mansions. You think I don’t see how y’all look at me when I go into town? The way you look at my boy? Like we’re some lowlifes?”
“I don’t know you,” I whispered, my voice shaky. I only knew the stories people told, and those stories were terrifying. Though, all the stories seemed a bit based on facts that afternoon.
“Yeah, but I know you and your type. I don’t want you anywhere near this place again, you hear me? Take yourself and that dirty money of yours elsewhere. We don’t want any of the Harris’s filth near us. Especially the daughters. Everyone knows the biggest whores are the daughters of a pastor. Now piss off and tell your God to do the same thing.”
Did those words really just leave his drunken mouth?
My lips parted to speak, but nothing came out. I was stunned into silence.
I turned slightly and found Jackson’s eyes on me. He frowned as if he felt bad for me, which made me feel even worse.
I didn’t want to cry in front of Mr. Emery because that seemed like it would’ve been a victory for him. He was intent on making me feel as though I was nothing but darkness, and the way his eyes pierced into mine made me want to vomit. I wasn’t certain what to do, so I turned around on the heels of my feet and stormed out of the shop.
“Hey!” Jackson shouted after me. “Hold up!”
I whipped around flustered. “I get it, all right? You guys hate us. I won’t come back.”
“No, it’s…” He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. He didn’t say anything, and he went back to his dark, sulky look.
“What is it, Jackson?!” I snapped, annoyed by the likes of him and his father.
He spoke low. “You forgot your purse,” he said, holding it out to me.
I snatched it from his hands and muttered a thank you even though he didn’t deserve it.
“Listen…” He cleared his throat. “What he said to you…that was too much.”
“Everything he said was too much.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “My dad’s a lot sometimes.”
“Ha. That’s putting it nicely.”
“He has these issues with your family. He’s been through some stuff with the church after the incident a few years back.”
“You mean when he drove his car into the church while drunk? Then he proceeded to walk into the service and cuss everyone out? There’s a reason people call him Mad Mike.”
Jackson twitched. “Don’t call him that.”