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Apparently, there had been a car accident on the 44 heading towards Manchester. The description of the car matched Dennis’s.
“What the fuck were you doing with Hannah anyway?” Bobby was yelling. “You told me you were through with her!”
“I am,” I yelled back. “She came to my house, pretended to care about the fight I had with Dennis, and then the bitch drugged me.”
“You actually believed she was being your friend?” Bobby scoffed. “How fucking naïve can you get?”
“Can you shut up already?” I shot. “I get it, I fucked up, now keep your eye on the road and try not to get us killed before we reach Andrea.”
“I swear, when this is over,” Bobby spat, shaking his head in anger. “I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”
“More driving, less talking!”
Bobby swerved past a car at an exaggerated angle just to throw me against the door and upped the speed. In the distance, we could see the distinct glow of flames, and my heart instantly dropped.
No one had said anything about a fire.
***
It really was Dennis’s car.
We arrived at the sight of the accident before any police or fire fighters had, which would have struck me as odd if I had not been jumping out of the truck before Bobby even stopped, racing towards the overturned vehicle. Flames engulfed the hood, igniting the wheels and making their way through the rest of the car. There was only one other car by the side of the road, a man waving frantically at us as I ran towards the crash site.
“They’re still in there!” the man was shouting. There was manic laughter coming from the car, sounding a lot like Dennis. “I tried to help, but the flames, man, I was scared!” the man went on. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t!”
I didn’t reply and pushed past him, racing towards the car and quickly falling onto my stomach, looking inside to assess the extent of the damage. Dennis was fully conscious, laughing like a madman and shaking from side to side like he was listening to some techno beat in his head. Andrea was strapped in her seat, her hands tied together, her hair falling over her face.
“Lover boy!” Dennis screeched in glee. “Lover boy to the rescue!”
I ignored him, reaching in through the broken glass, carefully not to cut myself, and checked Andrea for a pulse. I found it, but it was weak. I checked her seatbelt, tried to unbuckle it, but got nowhere. Bobby slid onto the ground beside me.
“Andrea!” he shouted, reaching in and shaking her.
“And Bobby!” Dennis screamed. “The knights in shining armor are here, Andrea, you see that? Your gladiators have arrived, oh damsel in distress!” He let out a screech of manic laughter and slammed his fists against the steering wheel.
The heat of the fire was unbearable, but I pushed past it, trying to force the buckle open. It wouldn’t budge.
“The shears in the back of my truck,” Bobby said, slapping my shoulder to get my attention.
“Go!” I said. “I’ll see if I can get Dennis out.”
“Leave him,” Bobby called back. “Maybe he’ll just burn with the car.”
“Oh, hallelujah!” Dennis called after him and laughed again.
I shook my head, forcing myself up and around to the driver’s side. Dennis’s face was scratched in several places, and a piece of glass was stuck in his cheek. His mouth was oozing blood, and I could tell he had broken a few of his teeth.
“She fucking swerved the car!” Dennis screamed in my face. “I didn’t even notice she woke up and she grabbed the steering wheel and slipped us over! What a fucking bitch, right?”
I grabbed him by the back of his head and slammed his face into the steering wheel. I heard his nose crack, and he screamed out in pain, making me cringe.
“You broke my nose!” Dennis cried out. “He broke my nose, Bobby!” Then he began to laugh again.
“Sorry, man, my bad,” I said, then slammed his face into the wheel again. That shut him up completely, and I was able to unbuckle his belt without having to endure anymore craziness. I pulled him out of the car, then dragged him away, not really caring about being careful. Bobby raced past me with the sheers, and when I was far enough, I dropped Dennis like a bag of potatoes, his head hitting the asphalt hard.
A part of me hoped he’d get a concussion. If he didn’t already have one.
Sirens sounded in the distance, and I quickly ran back to the car, telling the other man to stay with Dennis. I dropped onto my knees beside Bobby as he worked the sheer into the seatbelt, ripping it and freeing Andrea. Her body slumped forward, and I reached in quickly, so she wouldn’t hit her head, my arm receiving a nasty gash from some broken glass. I held her head up, praying her neck wasn’t broken.
