It was an accident

It was packed, chaos writhed every corner, the clanging of spanners was heard again and again, the banging of bonnets and roaring of engines ringed in many ears, it was the weekend and Big Mac garage was full of disabled vehicles that needed fixing. Chop chop Ricky, there was a lot of work for him to do, from the engine to the tires, every car that came in was weakened, and it had to come out strengthened. He was greasy, sweaty and tired, but should he stop, if he did he was unemployed and his foster siblings were the last people he could ask for help, so press on, he psyched himself. They were five mechanics, each specialized in their own venture, but Ricky had a common and wide knowledge of those ventures combined. From the axles, to pistons, to the battery, to the tires and it’s rims, Ricky knew a car inside out, so it was inevitable that many clients considered him to tend to their car’s needs.

SUVs came in, Mercedes drove out, BMWs screeched in, Toyota’s drifted out, it was a hefty and tiresome week in Big Mac garage. But an upside was they mined more money than they made in that week combined so yes they grew weary, yes Ricky was gnawed by fatigue, they all stunk and wrenched of oil and grease, but eventually hard work pays off. The best part was the one who has most clients scored most when it came to payment, so the more tired you are, the more money you bank in. He worked, soaked his shirt with sweat, stained his jeans with grease, but now at last he was at his final last car for the day. The old, brown, BMW A150, was brought in by a regular client who noted that the engine has some pestering downside. He said whenever he started the engine, a creaking sound followed and the more you powered the engine the louder it got, so the best way to get rid of it was not starting the car at all. The client claimed dissatisfied with his 30 year old car, he wore a pissed off face whenever he thought off creaking sound, he further said that he had to have the car dragged here by the county truck and some masculine construction workers voluntarily pushed the car to the entrance of the garage. Hopeful and faith in Ricky, he entrusted him with the car keys of the German machine and he took his leave retorting his arrival time after two hours as he swayed out of the garage his hands pocketed and whistling as he walked out.

He held the silver 16 millimeter wrench, the darken shadow of the bonnet wide open held steadfast, he scanned the car’s inside. He massaged down it’s cooling systems rubbed the battery and examined the oiling compact, all was good he saw. Time to put the claims in action, jumping in the car, door open, he started the engine and immediately the engine was powered up, a pestering creaking noise followed. This irritation, distracted all who heard it, from the passers-by outside, the rest of the mechanics in the far end of the garage, and the boss in his office, they all clicked as they threw fatal, scary eye contact, warning him to stop the commotion he started. Sensing the negativity of the commotion he switched off the engine and as it was before peaceful silence, well ignoring the gossips of the staff at the far corner and the dogs barking outside the garage. All was well he sensed, but why he wondered, that question mark, got him unknowingly clanging his wrench on the cars battery.

“You will squash your head in the car.” She chuckled nearing the car, a smile across her face and her hands towards Ricky’s.

“Sorry, it’s just this car is so…” he couldn’t explain the frustration of fixing a problem he couldn’t figure out. He threw his hands, showcasing his frustration childishly, all while she just stared back, laughing enjoying the free show.

“Have you checked the engine itself?” she asked, gathering herself as she too seemed interested in fixing what could not be solved. She neared, staring on his attractive masculine biceps, his chisel shaped chest, she gazed on his God given masculine stature. She was the daughter of the boss’s brother, Mia, she was called.

“Let me do that.” He retorted, pleased by the reminder he reached for the engine. Sweating, he stretched down to the far parts, but he was unaware of what happened where his back was. She could not hold back, she had a crush on him since she came in a month ago, this was her time to pounce, unleash her dying feelings for him.

Elsewhere, in tight black office trousers, a matching black top with a similar texture coat, in her black silver lined heels, she drove off in her classy, expensive Mercedes Benz. It had been a habit, for her to visit him before she went for work. Yes he was in the lower caste, she outgrew him in every perspective, but she still loved him, Mercy had filed her love for Ricky and she had no intentions of removing him from that file.

“Be in the office in thirty minutes, we have an important scheduled meeting so be here.” He retorted authoritatively ending the phone as she frowned throwing it on the passenger seat. She had a meeting, but her love came before her job, so she rather be late, than miss his tight hugs, his arousing kisses and smooth caressing. So ignorant of the scheduled meeting she continued on, but little did she know of what she would find. She would rue why she even drove in that garage, why she turned right instead of left, she would not have done what she thought was being in love.

Eyes on the prize, fueled by the ambition to stand to his name, Ricky was configuring the pistons to how they were. Near the camshaft, he calibrated well as to connect swiftly with the valve stem. So some tightening here, some greasing to smoothen the process and voila! He was finally done. He was pleased at last, no more creaking and that means he was finally done. But that was the start of an unwinding love saga. Unknowingly he moved back to gasp for some fresh air, he turned to the left and just then… he didn’t know how it happened until a screeching scream cut the sudden silence.

She drove in the garage unannounced, her car engine was familiar with the mechanics so when she drove in they knew she was here for more than car servicing. She painted her lips red, rolling back the lipstick when she was done. Comfortable with herself, she rubbed her lips and got out of the car heading for her Romeo.

Really now, did she drive all that way for this, really, she could not believe her eye. He was held close to her, his eyes were closed he was mesmerized enjoying every single lustful moment, the lips were moving rubbing each other as he savored the moment.

“Really, Ricky! How could you!” she screeched breaking into tears. She was disheartened, she felt betrayed, how could he, she blamed herself.

He never intended, but it was done and can’t be undone, he remembers being held close, feeling those warm lips scavenge his own, he felt her list, but he wasn’t intending to do so. He was caught unaware and he was recovering from the shock, sure he loved the kiss but it was an accident, right Ricky? He consoled himself, drawing himself away from Mia.

“Don’t touch me!” she yelled pushing him away. She could not bear to stand him, she caught him kissing another woman how can she face him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was an accident.” Ricky pleaded on his knees trying to reach his hands out. Slaps, followed, she released her frustration and wrath, he just stood there stiff, unmoved, taking in the woman’s enraged slaps. This commotion had attracted those around, and the staff were greedy for gossip, fond of pocking their noses where they shouldn’t be.

Eventually she grew tired, she lay on his chest crying, soaking his shirt with tears. She was betrayed, she hated him, she wondered why she even stooped so low to date a man like him. Then she remembered, she risked her company, for him and now she found him on another woman’s lips. I’d rather sleep behind my desk than stand a second more in this garage, her inner demons told her.

Controlled, she pulled back and headed for her car. Meanwhile, Ricky pleaded as he followed behind throwing soothing sugar coated apologies but they hit a cold unbreakable wall of hate and guilt.

The engine roared, the headlights brightened, the car reversed, and she drove away, she was not ready to hear from him so the best was to forget about him. But how could she, she loved him, but focus you have a meeting, she rubbed off her tears as she drove for the company. But all meanwhile she remembered those moments, the hugs the kisses, the cuddles, could she really forget all that?

Back at the garage, Ricky stood stranded at the exit, staring as he saw her drive away, disheartened and betrayed. He wanted to explain, it was an accident, he didn’t mean it, he talked himself into blaming Mia though his lips savored the moment too. Suddenly from behind, he felt soft, feminine hands turn him back around, and there she was, with seductive eyes and arouse feelings written all over her face. She pulled herself closer, neared her lips. But he remembered, this kiss made her girlfriend drive off filled with hatred, will he really accept it, sure the first was accidental, but will he agree her to sway him into loving her and leaving Mercy? Was he really that heartless?