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Six

November

Mo and I had been “officially” dating for two and half months, and I wanted to take my girl out. I still didn’t have my car, and I’d be damned if I was taking her out in her car. That just didn’t sit right.

While Mom and Dad were more than cool with me and Mo, I wasn’t about to ask to use Dad’s truck.

Mainly because I may have failed a test earlier in the week, and Dad wasn’t exactly thrilled with me at the moment.

So I waited for a Friday when Dad was out of town. He flew out to San Diego to watch Jon Jon and Caleb play, and the only reason why Mom didn’t too was because she had a wedding to shoot tomorrow.

Dad was going to cancel his plans because Mom couldn’t go, but she insisted he still go out and have a boys’ weekend with Jonny and Cael.

And no, I wasn’t invited. Talk about a boys’ weekend, when one of your boys doesn’t get to tag along.

No skin off my nose, I had plans anyway.

Because mom wasn’t going, she scheduled another photography shoot for tonight, so I was home by myself for the first time since the community center incident. She would be out for at least three hours which gave me a decent window of time.

I waited ten minutes after she left before I locked up the house and made my way to Dad’s truck. This truck was a beast. It wasn’t one of those scrawny trucks that sometimes occupied the road. Oh no. This was a big F-350 that could seat five more than comfortably. Dad had some version of this truck for as long as I could remember. I learned to drive in it, so I was more than used to the speed-feel difference and its touchy brakes.

I glanced at the clock on the radio before pulling out of the long drive attached to our house. I told Mo I’d be by her house at five but that only gave me five minutes. It was ten minutes to her house.

I was going to be late.

I punched out a text to her and tossed my phone on the passenger seat before putting the truck in drive. I buckled as I made my way down the drive, slowing at the end of the drive to quickly look to my left, where the blind curve was. When I was sure it was clear, I eased into the road.

That was when the flash of lights caught my attention.

I glanced back to my left, the truck nearly completely out of the drive now, to see what stole my attention, and went lights out.

***

Fuck, my head hurt.

I fought to lift my eyelids, my surroundings and the sounds slowly filtering in past the pounding in my head. There was something soft in front of me and I could hear someone telling me to sit tight, they were almost ready to get me out.

Get me out?

Out of where?

I lifted my brows which finally allowed me to pull my eyelids up.

I was in Dad’s truck.

The soft thing in front of me was the deployed airbag.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

I swung my head around to fully take in my surroundings. The action caused such a severe ache in my head I had to squeeze my eyes shut again.

I took a deep breath to calm the nausea my headache was causing and opened my eyes once again. All the sounds were fully focused now.

There was the sound of glass crunching as people walked over the shards left in the street.

There were voices as someone was talking to someone else.

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