Crash
Rox was watching Cash’s dark silver Mercedes Maybach, one lane over and two cars ahead of her, when the red beat-up sedan swerved into him, sending his car spinning and then flying.
She pulled her steering wheel hard, jumping onto the shoulder of the road and jamming her foot into the brakes.
The semi-truck in the next lane barely moved when Cash’s Maybach slammed into it, but his car tumbled sideways, and then it flipped end over end above the packed traffic.
Rox’s car slid to a stop, gravel clattering under the wheels and over the metal.
Cars squealed all around her, fountaining off to the sides to avoid crashing into the twisting metal ahead.
“Phone Chick!” Rox yelled. While the phone intoned,Yes, Your Imperial Majesty,she screamed over it, “Call nine-one-one!Call nine-one-one!”
Cash’s crushed car rocked to the side, almost rolling again, but it slapped back down on its tires. Fire reached around the crumpled hood.
Rox fell out of her car and ran.
She dodged between the stopped cars. One woman was shouting into her steering wheel, and another wide-eyed woman was holding her phone to her ear, pointing ahead across the hood of her car.
Steam billowed from the wadded hood of Cash’s Mercedes. White airbags filled the windows but deflated as she got closer.
She slammed against the hot metal of the door, burning her palms. “Cash! Answer me!Cash!”
Jerking on the door handle did nothing. The car was smashed shut as tightly as if the whole thing had been welded by raining hellfire.
“Cash!Please!”Screaming hurt Rox’s throat. Rubber burned acrid black smoke that scalded her nose and chest when she breathed it in to scream at him again.
The deflating airbags slid down the windows.
On the other side of the median, police cars slid sideways and stopped, blockading the road. Traffic stopped. The cars ahead of them continued, leaving the road empty. Sirens wailed in the far distance.
Rox pulled her hand up into her sleeve and started knocking the shattered glass out of the window. Cubes of safety glass clinked on the pavement around her feet.“Cash!Can you hear me! Are you all right?”
She shoved the limp airbag aside.
Inside, the gray upholstery and airbags were splashed with scarlet.
Cash was slumped in his seatbelt, unconscious, covered in blood.
“Cash!”
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