Chapter 5
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In college, when he was so broke he was starving himself, giving himself stomach problems, I was the one who cooked him nutritious meals every single day.
After graduation, I helped him start his business.
I used every connection I had, called in every favor, to find him investors and clients.
I drank myself sick at business dinners so he wouldn't have to.
And now, this same man was sealing my tomb, layer by layer.
Just as I was about to lose consciousness, a middle-aged guy on a motorcycle pulled over.
He saw the burning car and couldn't just ride by.
"Hey! What are you two doing? That car's a bonfire! Call 911, get her out of there!"
he yelled.
A spark of hope ignited in my chest.
I started weakly banging on the window again.
Jason's face went pale, but Chloe quickly put on a worried expression and called out to the man,
"Sir, it's not what it looks like! My sister is just... cooking in there!"
"She likes to do extreme things, you know? She calls it her 'car kitchen.' She insisted on showing us her skills for Thanksgiving, but the fire got a little out of hand."
"It's fine! The car is fireproof. She's perfectly safe in there!"
"Cooking?"
The man looked utterly baffled.
Jason quickly chimed in,
"Yeah, my girlfriend... she loves to mess around. Sorry for the scene. We're about to take her home."
The man looked from me to Jason and Chloe, his brow furrowed with suspicion.
Finally, he just shook his head, muttering,"Kids these days,"and revved his engine, speeding off down the road.
