Impeached

Jennie walked out of the office with her co-worker feeling utterly exhausted from moving from left to right and constantly yelling in the office. She opened her car and sat down, waiting for her co-worker to get in the car before she drove off.

Jennie Paulson was a young woman who was married but not happy with it; though she had the money she needed, she still wasn't getting the love she wanted.

Her parents, Barbara and Harley, had planned their daughter's marriage without really knowing if Jennie was, in fact, happy with the alliance or not.

Paula breezed out of the office and joined Jennie in the car; she began driving, and suddenly the car's wheel began to stiffen, which is quite unusual. She stopped the car and turned it off, turning it back on, and it rotated well.

"What happened?"

"The wheels just got stuck, but it's moving freely now; I hope to get home soon; I am exhausted."

"Trust me; I know how that feels. I'm just using my phone to pass the time; the office wasn't easy today."

"You want to tell it to me, or I should tell you about mine." Jennie's tone was laced with sarcasm.

Paula hissed and returned to her phone while Jennie stared at the road as she drove.

They had not gone far when out of the blue, the car began to make a rusty sound which made Jennie worried; not long after, the car came to a halt, and she hit the wheel out of the frustration she was feeling.

She picked out her phone to call the mechanic to fix her car, but he didn't answer. Jennie became extremely worried while her friend or co-worker, Paula, continued to call the mechanic.

"You should just sit and wait for the mechanic," Paula advised, but Jennie was not listening to her one bit.

Jennie opened the engine of the car, and smoke came out immediately; she used her handkerchief to close her nose and began to pull every wire she saw insight.

She didn't know if she was damaging or repairing the car because she knew absolutely nothing based on car wires, but she needed to get home for some rest.

After pulling every single wire that she saw, she gave up and began to pace back and forth on the street like someone that was crazy.

She had suffered quite a lot at work today, making it very stressful and harmful for her, and now that her car just decided to betray her and break down, it just wasn't a good thing to say.

She sat down on the sidewalk, thinking of every possible way to get them out of the situation. She felt very clueless about the car.

She pulled the strands of her dark chocolate brown hair, trying to calm herself down, but she knew it was impossible.

She stood up again, but this time, she checked everything that would at least help them out in this situation, but it was of no use at all.

"I got to him; he said he'll be here soon," Paula informed her, but she didn't stop worrying.

She began to bite her fingers as she continued to pace back and forth, thinking of what might happen soon; she looked at the dark sky and sensed that rain was about to fall; oh could this day get worse, she thought.

She walked back to the driver's seat, pulled out her bag, and grabbed her phone. She pressed her phone so hard that Paula thought it might just break, she called the mechanic's number, and it rang out loud.

"I'm getting tired of waiting here, Anderson. It's about to rain too." She shrieked at the mechanic.

"I'll be there very soon," he assured her, but she was very impatient.

She hung up and threw the phone on the chair; she saw smoke coming out of the car engine again and banged the door with her hand.

Paula looked at her and rolled her eyes before looking back at her phone. Jennie would not just relax; she was worried Paula understood that, but it would take a while for Anderson to get to them.

She picked up a bottle of water from the car and stormed back to the car engines she had left open; she opened the bottle and poured the water on the metal, emitting smoke while muttering profanities at the mechanic

The wind was slowly beginning to pick up, and Paula was sure that Jennie was on the edge of a breakdown, but she would not and watch her run crazy because their car broke down.

She dropped her phone back in her bag and got out of the car; she turned around to where Jennie was standing, biting her finger, and pulling her into a warm embrace.

She whispered words into her ear as she felt Jennie's tears on her shoulder; she rubbed her back in circles, trying to calm her down.

"He'll be here soon, Jennie; just relax, take a deep breath and calm down," Paula said, but poor Jennie was in another world, thinking of what could happen to them.

No cars were running on the streets for them to ask for a ride, and the few they saw earlier just ignored them due to the storm in the sky, nobody wanted to get wet, or it might just cause a cold.

Jennie looked at the car and felt heartbroken for the situation they were both in. She thought it was her fault that Paula wouldn't get home early or before the rain started.

They were just two friends stranded in a place with absolutely nowhere to go or who to call for help. She didn't want to call her husband, and her parents were miles away. Paula had lost the signal on her phone. It seemed bad luck was on her side today and dragged Paula into it.

They stood there enjoying each other's embrace, and Jennie had to admit it felt perfect staying in that embrace. It felt as though she should never let go of her.

Paula looked up ahead, still in their embrace, and saw a car coming towards them; she hoped that whoever the person was would have the heart to give them a lift in their vehicle.

She looked through the window and saw that it was Tim, Jennie's husband looking at them; she immediately backed away and turned Jennie around as her husband packed his car.

"Look, Jennie; it's your husband." Jennie let out a small smile but her heart screamed sadness

Jennie certainly didn't like even the sight of him and the fact that Paula was so happy about the situation just made her feel so unfortunate. She loved Paula but Tim was a story she couldn't tell

Tim walked out of the car and around it to cross the road; he walked over to them and noticed the extreme damages Jennie had done in the name of repair

"What happened?" He asked as he tried to touch the engine, but it burnt his finger a little, and Jennie couldn't care less.

"They just broke down. I've called Anderson, and he hasn't gotten here yet, and I tried to fix it, but it was no use."

"You tried to fix it?" He questioned as he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I did," she answered dryly.

"Come on, let's go; I'll drop your home, Paula." He recognized her as Jennie's friend who had visited them once.

"Thank you so much, Tim."

"Come on, let's go; the wind is getting worse, and the rain is dropping," Tim said, returning to his car.

The ladies picked their stuff from the car and walked towards Tim's car.

Jennie sat beside Tim while Paula just sat at the back with their bags before Tim drove off and straight to Paula's streets according to her directions because he had no idea where her house was.

Jennie just looked out the window as the droplet of rain began to fall; how she loved the smell of soil when rain fell. She remembered how she would run outside when she was little whenever her parents weren't looking to feel the rain on her body.

It was fun after all, but now that she is all grown up, she couldn't do that anymore, and the fact that she was just trapped with a husband made it not-so-ideal.

Paula sat in the back, feeling the tension in the air, the couple seemed cold to each other and weren't talking at all and tried to start a conversation to make the place fun and exciting, but it ended up in an awkward situation.

She gave up and returned to pressing her phone; soon enough, Tim packed the car in front of her house, and she got down and said a quick thank you before running into the house.

Tim drove off the moment she was out and looked towards Jennie with a side glance, but she was still looking out the window, wondering precisely what she was even looking at.

"How was work today?" He asked, trying to release the tension between them.

"Very bad; what about yours?" She asked, trying to get him to speak about how his day at work was.

"I'm sorry about that; mine has just been busy as always with some of the workers misbehaving," he complained.

"Oh wow! Mine is just that I have to constantly be on my feet and yelling from here to there." she rolled her eyes, thinking about it.

"Jeez! That's hard."

"Tell me about it," she said and looked out the window again.

The car became silent just like before, and then it became quite an awkward situation; Tim concentrated on the road as he took a turn to their street.

Tim Carlos was a young man who loved work and anything he did, but this marriage was just for his parents and nothing else; he wasn't interested in even a second.

He loved his personal space more than anything, and he loved that he was getting it without anyone having to disturb him anymore, but the fact that he was tied to a woman he had no interest in it vice versa ate him up.

He wanted to live a happy life, have kids, go on vacations with his family and do his work, of course, but now he didn't even know what to do.

He drove into the house as soon as the security guard opened the gate; he packed the car in the parking lot and gave an umbrella to Jennie while he waited for the security guard to bring another umbrella.

Jennie waited for him at the door since he held the key, and when he finally came, he opened the door, and they both walked in.

The house was quiet like it usually is; they both walked in and went to their separate room. They had managed to live in the same place due to the marriage, but the idea of them spending time in the same room does not sit well with both of them.

Jennie began to look for her keys in the bag frantically; at some point, she thought she had lost them; she kept searching and soon found them hidden in the corner of her purses.

She unlocked the door and set the bag on her dresser; finally, she could get some rest.

Tim walked to the balcony looking at the rain as it fell, and he laughed wholeheartedly about how he missed the stars on nights after the rain had fallen. Of course, he loved the rain, but he loved the stars more.

He wished he was still a kid, not wanting to bother about what will happen tomorrow or the next, just him thinking about what the imaginary future will be like, but he certainly did not wish for him to happen this way.

The rain was still falling, but still, he sat on the balcony with his phone in his hands as he scrolled through social media and played some games till he got exhausted