Fury: Christine's POV Chapter 2

(September, 1978)

Now, I shall skip forward 20 years later. It was late afternoon, and I was sitting on the front lawn of my previous owner’s house. I’d previously been bought by a man named Roland LeBay, he’d been somewhat like a father to me, and had given me my name. But sadly, his relatives and friends didn’t like me, especially his wife and brother George. His daughter had choked to death on a hamburger one day when we were on a drive. I hadn’t done anything to make her choke, but Roland wasn’t able to save her… because at the time the technique for saving a choking victim nowadays, the Heimlich maneuver, hadn’t been invented yet so Roland wasn’t able to dislodge the blockage. His wife eventually became so upset that she gassed herself to death by running a rubber hose from my exhaust hose. George then made Roland sell me off but I wasn’t going to let that happen… I faithfully returned to my father weeks later. But unfortunately, it wouldn’t last… Roland knew his time was coming, he was going blind… So he took his life the same way his wife had, in my front seat, gently telling me that it was time for us to part…

Now I was sitting here on his yellowed lawn, which now belonged to George. By now, I was a far cry from the sleek beauty that had rolled off of the assembly line back in 1957. My body was rusted, my windshield was cracked, there were about 93,000 miles on my odometer, I looked like a cheap woman of the slums! George wanted to sell me away, so a battered FOR SALE sign was sitting at my window. As if anyone would want to buy me anyways… I was just an old model that had gone out of date years ago. People these days were interested in new cars, not a car that had been built nearly two decades earlier. I was pretty much only useful for being scrap metal in their eyes….

It was just then that a blue car happened to drive by on the road. At first I didn’t pay it any attention; cars came by here almost every day. However, what surprised me is that the car suddenly stopped and began backing up until it was parked right next to the lawn that caught my attention…

When the car stopped, two kids; teenage boys around the age of 17, climbed out. One was blonde haired, and he was wearing a red jacket and blue jeans. A ‘jock’, I realized. I didn’t really like jocks too much, they were a little too loud for my interest. But it was the other kid that intrigued me…

The other boy had dark brunette hair-almost black- that was messily plastered around his head, and he wore oversized glasses. He was thin and lanky, and he wore a baggy blue shirt and black pants. But there was something about this awkward kid that drew me in. To me, he was the cutest boy I’d ever seen…I swear, my engine let out a soft inaudible purr. I couldn’t stop looking at him!

Apparently the same adoring glint was in his eyes as he eagerly ran over to inspect me. A grin spread across his face as he walked around me, admiring me even though I was rusted and worn, brushing his hands gently over my body. Normally I didn’t like strangers touching me but… the very feeling of his hands was enough to make me shiver in delight!

Though his friend didn’t seem to think the same. I felt a sharp pain in my side and there was a loud clang as he kicked my side. Oww!! That hurt!! I thought in aggravation. “Hey be careful Dennis!!” The cute boy said as he opened my door. His friend gave an exhasperated sigh. “It’s a piece of shit Arnie!” Dennis (I could pretty much guess his name by then) said. Dang, some people…

“But she could be fixed up… she could be real tough…” Arnie replied as climbed inside me, and he touched my steering wheel. For the first time in so long, I finally felt like someone else really cared… Here was this young boy, sitting behind my wheel lovingly rubbing his hand over it, even though his friend was telling him that I wasn’t worth it, that I wouldn’t start, he only said, “I don’t care…”

“She’ll start!” I heard George saying. Oh finally! “You need these!” He held up my keys in his hand, a delighted look on his face. As expected, he was quite happy to be rid of me, as I was happy to never see that shitter again.

I watched as Arnie eagerly took the keys from George, inserted them into my ignition and turned it. My engine instantly roared to life, I felt so happy to be finally running again, and I silently laughed at the shocked look on Dennis’ s face when he realized that my engine actually started contrary to what he’d said earlier. Ha! Take that, meathead!

George took his cigar out of his mouth. “Her name’s Christine.” He told Arnie. And what that boy said next made my engine soar.

“I like that. ”