Chapter 15 - Murphy's Law

NOTES: bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote Arabic.

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Pete and I searched every inch of the parking lot and we couldn’t find my car. We walked back to my apartment and called the police. It was Officer Peterson again. He was laughing at having to see me a second time.

“My car is missing,” I said as he stepped out of his cruiser.

“Have you searched the parking lot?”

“Twice.”

Tonight just wasn’t my night. Officer Peterson and I searched the parking lot again just to be sure that Pete and I hadn’t missed it. It was in fact gone. I gave him all the details on my car: the make and model, the tag number, color, and I gave him the OnStar information. My dad had insisted that my mom and I get OnStar for our cars. He said that we needed the protection.

“Sorry for your night Ma’am,” he said as he completed the paperwork. He had been the bright spot of the night. He was sweet.

We were sitting in the front of his cruiser to get out of the cold December air. I couldn’t help but laugh. If I didn’t laugh I might cry.

“I’m glad you find this funny,” I said as he made the fourth or fifth joke about me and Murphy’s Law.

After the report was completed I went back to my apartment and told Pete that he could go home. I crawled into bed beside a passed out Jesse and went to sleep.


Sasha’s POV

I woke up Sunday morning before practice and realized Nef hadn’t called me back. I had waited up until about 2 am before I fell asleep. We had stayed the night in Toronto. We had practice today and then an evening flight to Colorado for a game on Tuesday. I thought that maybe she and Jesse had stayed out late and she forgot to call. I sent her a text asking if she was okay and then went to practice.

After practice I checked my phone but there were no missed calls or text messages. I didn’t want to call her in case she was hungover, but last night on the phone she didn’t seem to be drunk at all. Jesse sounded shit-faced though. Maybe Nef was too busy taking care of her to have time to call me back. By the time we landed in Colorado Nef still hadn’t called me so I called her. I didn’t get an answer so I left a voicemail.

“Hey Nef, we just landed in Colorado. Call me when you get the chance.”


Nef’s POV

I woke up sometime Sunday early Sunday and reached over to grab my phone. It wasn’t on the nightstand where I usually kept it. I sat up and realized I wasn’t in my bed. I was in Jesse’s bed.

“Stop moving,” she groaned, “I’ll throw up.”

She had a nasty hangover. I slipped from my bed and into the kitchen to get her something to drink and some aspirin. I grabbed the phone off the cradle on the Kitchen wall and dialed my parents. After dropping of the water and aspirin I went to the living room to talk to my parents and not bother Jesse.

“Hi Ommy. I’m Okay. I called because my purse was snatched last night and my car was stolen.”

That’s always a pleasant way to start off a conversation with your Mother. Of course she flipped out. She started speaking in fast Arabic to I assumed my dad.

“I’m fine,” I said. “No you and Baba don’t have to come down. Ommy…ommy…MOTHER WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME!”

When I heard silence on the other end of the phone I said “I’m fine. I’ve already spoken to the police and filed a report on both incidents. There is nothing to do but wait. I’m at home with Jesse.”

“Your father and I are on our way. We’ll be there in an hour.”

Great. Just great. I love my parents. I really do but they have the slightest tendency to overreact when it comes to their children. I jumped in the shower and changed into some sweats. My parents actually made it to my apartment in about 35 minutes. My mother must have been driving.

“Are you okay?” She asked as she pulled me into a bear hug.

“Yes, Ommy. I’m fine.”

I told them all about what happened last night – what happened at the bar, what happened with Steph, and when I came home and found my car missing. I left out the part about Jesse being blackout drunk. They really didn’t need to know that. My dad asked to see the police reports so I went to my room to grab them.

I heard my phone beeping. They battery warning was up and I saw that it was about to die. I tossed it onto my bed and went back to my parents. My dad looked over the police reports and told me that there was also a low jack tracker in my car.

“You put a low jack tracking chip in my car in addition to OnStar?”

“Yes. It’s a good thing to have,” My dad said with a serious face.

“It’s overkill.”

My parents told me to come home for dinner and that I could borrow my dad’s car until mine was either found or replaced. I really wanted my car back and not stripped of all the parts.


Sasha’s POV

I called Nef again before I was about to go to bed. This time it went straight to voicemail. I instead of leaving another voicemail I hung up. I was a little annoyed that she hadn’t called or texted me. It wasn’t like her not to call me or send me a text message.

“You’re turning into a woman,” Ovie said to me.

When I woke up Monday morning Nef still hadn’t called me. What the hell was she doing that she couldn’t call me? Or at least send a text message to say “I made it home safely. I’m not dead in a ditch.” I wasn’t going to call her again. I had called her enough.

When she finally called me it was late Monday night.

“What?” I said into the phone.

“Hello? Sasha?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry for not calling you sooner. Things got a little crazy.”

“Oh okay.”

I didn’t say much on the phone. I was a little too annoyed with her.

“Are you okay?” She asked. “I can call you back if you’re busy.”

“No, don’t inconvenience yourself with calling me.”

“Huh? What?”

“I have to go, practice in the morning.” I hung up the phone.