Week 7 - Smoldered

Strangely, after she woke up she was able to remember more about that flashback from recently. The red lights and the two small square windows were part of an ambulance. It was now as apparent at a showcase trial on television. She checks her cell phone; it only has one bar of service because she was down in a valley far from any road or commercial building. A little digital icon of an envelope was flashing on the top of her phone's screen, it was a voicemail message. She walks around to try and find a more active spot for her phone to keep at least that one bar of service. Dials the security code for the inbox and listens to the message. Scratchy, it plays: knew I had to finish her off for good, that blonde headed bitch. All the shit she was doing with my boss, sucking his dick in the restroom stall, blowing in his ear whenever she was standing behind him in line at the bank. I knew I shouldn't have invited him to dinner that one night. At any rate, if you get this Athena, I moved to Miami last year and got a decent contracting job with some local Mexicans. I know it's hard for you to not have your mother around anymore but in the long run, it would have helped you out for the better. Hopefully I'll be able to stop by next time I'm in Arizona for Christmas. I love you. Athena was now in tears so bad after listening to that message, she was about to scream as loud as any conscious person during the Holocaust. Within the couple of minutes that it took to listen to that message, Athena had to let the reality sink in that her father was a killer and still out in the public. Like working in contracting was really a smart thing to do. Being inside future homes and buildings of the workplace. He could easily leave the gas lines open in a house for some unfortunate bastard to light up a cigarette and be blown to bits. All Athena knew now was to do all she could to get out of the area. She had to find some road or at least an area where her cell phone can pick up more service bars. After crawling up a semi-steep hill, Athena came up to a road guardrail. The road was freshly covered in blacktop with the odor of new tar all around. She starts walking, not knowing where this road will lead her. At least she knew it was to end up somewhere.