The tree caved in the hood of the car as I was slammed to a stop. My head bounced off the steering wheel as the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass filled my ears. My vision blurred, and the edges began to turn black, but I shook my head clear and focused on the tree in front of me.
Slowly but surely, my vision righted itself as I watched the steam billowing out from under the hood of the car. No fucking way was I going to get that thing running again.
Motherfucker.
Then it hit me, what caused me to crash in the first place: the other car. I removed my seatbelt and pushed open the door. Climbing out, I felt a little dizzy, but I held onto the side of thecar as I got my footing in the thick, wet grass. About thirty feet or so behind me was the Mustang, upside down in the field.
“Fuck.” I took off running toward it. The rain was picking up, and it was cold. In a way, it made me more alert. I dropped to my knees at the window and bent forward to look inside the car. There I was met with the biggest, bluest eyes I’d ever seen—so shocking that it sucked the air from my lungs and momentarily made me forget my name along with what I was doing.
The woman was upside down in the driver’s seat, only held in by her seatbelt. Her blue eyes were full of fear, but other than being a little shaken up, she didn’t look hurt in any way. I grabbed the door handle and opened the door. It squeaked and squealed as I pulled it, but it opened wide, allowing me to get ahold of her.
“I’ll hold you in place as you unbuckle the seatbelt, got it?”
She nodded, and I moved closer. The second my hands touched her, I felt a jolt of electricity rush through me. It was a quick zap that almost made me release her, but I didn’t. Thankfully, because she trusted me blindly and immediately unfastened her seatbelt before I was fully ready to brace for her weight. She dropped maybe an inch or so before I caught her, slowly lowering her to the ground as I pulled her out of the car.
We both fell back into the grass, breathing hard from the excitement of the crash.
“Are you alright?” I asked, lifting my head to find her lying beside me, facing the opposite direction.
“Um, I think so. You?”
My head hit the ground again as I breathed out. Rain dripped steadily onto my face as I closed my eyes.
“I’m fine,” I muttered.
I was glad she was alright, but fuck…She really put a kink in my plans. I was so fucking close too.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked, after gathering my bearings, as I sat up, fully soaked by the rain and wet grass.
She must have taken offense because she sat up too. “Wrong with me? That-That animal ran out in front of me, and it’s not like I knew how to drive that piece of crap car anyway!” She let out a deep breath before lowering her voice. “I’m sorry I endangered your life, but if you ask me, I’m glad that car is wrecked. Let’s see your ass wax this piece of shit now, Alex!” She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at the sky as she cussed whoever the fuck Alex was.
“Who are you talking to?” I blinked in confusion at her. Maybe she’d hit her head.
“My stupid loser boyfriend. No! Correction,ex-boyfriend.” She pointed her finger at me with the last part.
I looked around us.
“Is he here with us now?” I asked, suddenly worried about her well-being.
She narrowed those baby blues on me and snarled. “No, he’s not here with us. He’s at home with a-a whore riding him. I’m not crazy, you know!” Her blue eyes flashed again. Clearly, she was pissed off about this Alex guy and some whore.
I showed her my palms. “I just wanted to make sure.”
Her chest heaved as she groaned and lay back in the wet grass, her fingers twisting in the green blades as the rain continued to fall.
I licked the rain from my lips as I studied her. She shifted and sat up again before she rested her forearms on top of her bent knees while she tangled her fingers together in nervousness. Her hands were shaking. I didn’t know if it was from being scared or nervous. Her long nails were rounded and painted a soft pink. She had a ring on her middle finger and one on her thumb. There wasn’t a ring onthatfinger either, which made me feel slightly relieved for some reason that she wasn’t married.
Her blonde hair was long and wet, strands clinging to the sides of her face. It was hard to tell what she looked like because of what she had on. She was covered from head to toe in a jacket zipped up the front like a damn sleeping bag, baggy, wet jeans peeking out, and black boots.
“You didn’t hit your head or anything? If I leave, I won’t open a newspaper in a few days to read about some dead girl being found in a field, will I?” I asked as I studied her.
She shrugged one shoulder. “I didn’t hit my head, but I don’t know what you’ll find in the papers. Serial killers are everywhere, and fields seem to be one of their favorite places to dump bodies.”
What the fuck?
“Alright, Crash. I gotta get out of here before the police show up. Don’t get killed by a serial killer.” I pushed myself up to my feet, fighting against the wave of dizziness that washed over me.
“Where are you going?” she asked, jumping up with me. Her blue eyes were wide, and once she had me locked in her sights, I found it hard to break free.
