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“Ugh, come on.” I groan, flipping the wipers up to the next speed.
That’s when I notice there’s a car driving uncomfortably close behind me. I tap on my breaks just a tad to let them know that they’re driving too close, but it does nothing to deter them. There’s a car coming towards me and it almost looks as if they’re swerving in my direction. I turn the wheel to the right, trying to avoid them and that’s when the person behind me hits my bumper, followed by the person in front of me hitting the front of my car.
The whole ordeal causes me to turn the wheel off the road, straight toward a giant oak tree.
* * *
I wake up, putting my hand up to my head. There’s a warm liquid and I don’t have to confirm to know that it’s most likely blood. I try to look around, even though it’s painful to even move, and I can’t see much. The rain is pouring down now, and my headlights are shining in front of me, but all I can see is complete darkness. There’s a tree in front of me and I’m starting to put some things together, slowly.
Whoever ran me off the road, assumed I would hit this tree. It’s massive. There wouldn’t have been any way to avoid it. When you pair that with the rain, I never stood a chance. Only I did. Somehow I survived this and I'm not sure how.
I pat my hand around me, trying to find my phone. If I was lucky enough to live, maybe I’m lucky enough that my phone somehow landed right next to me. It feels like something is crushing my ankle and my entire body is radiating with pain.
It finally occurs to me that if I don’t toughen up and get myself out of here, there’s a chance whoever it was that caused this accident will come back and make sure they took care of me like they intended.
I manage to unbuckle my seatbelt, so I can move around the vehicle a little easier. The steering wheel is pressing into my chest and it feels like there’s an anvil lying on top of me. I twist, carefully, just enough that I can reach further into the passenger seat. That’s when my fingers graze the edge of my phone.
“Yes,” I say to myself, pulling the phone closer to me, painfully slow.
Once it’s in my hands I can see that my service is spotty, but there is a small amount. My first thought is to call 9-1-1, but at the last minute, I change my mind and dial him instead.
I don’t know why I do it.
“Hello? Marley?” His voice is panicked.
“I need help.” I manage to get out, trying to control my breathing, but the pain is almost unbearable.
“What’s going on?”
I hear noise on his end like he’s getting up from bed and walking into another room.
Taking deep breaths, I send him my location and drop my phone.
* * *
“Marley! Marley! Wake up!” I can hear his voice, it sounds so far away.
“Here. I’m here.” I try to yell, but it’s no use.
“What the fuck happened? Did you call an ambulance?” He asks, rushing over to the car door.
“I don’t know what happened. They ran me off the road.” I tell him.
“Who? Who the fuck did this to you?” He roars, nearly ripping the door off the car.
I look at him, the energy it takes to reply is just too much.
“I’m calling 9-1-1.” He says, pulling his phone from his pocket.
After he makes the call, he pulls me from the car, cradling me in his lap, and stroking my hair. I realize he probably shouldn’t have moved me, but I know I wouldn’t have been able to stop him even if I tried.
“Everything is going to be okay.” He murmurs in my ear, his hands stroking my hair.
Is it, though?
ChapterNineteen
CLARK
