He chuckles as he swerves around a parked car and onto the grass causing the car to bounce high, and I scream, “Adam, pull over,” as panic hits me when I see he’s heading towards the trees, more sirens echoing.
“If I can’t have you, then no one can,” he sneers, and my eyes widen as my pulse pounds.
He swerves towards a large oak tree and I scream as I quickly put my seatbelt on and hope for the best as I yank it several times to ensure it locks itself.
The car smashes into the tree just as the seatbelt locks itself, making my whole body jolt and difficulty to breathe chokes me and as if it happens in slow motion, Adam’s body flies through the windshield, half his body jammed under the steering wheel as glass and blood go everywhere before my head bangs against the window hard, the seatbelt crushing me with the impact and I choke as dizziness takes me. The last thing I see is Adam’s cold, dead eyes through the shattered glass before I black out.
***
“Are you sure he is the one who attacked her?!” I hear someone choke over the annoying beeping, and I squeeze my eyes tightly as a voice I don’t recognize says, “Yes, the several videos online have been shown as proof in the past few weeks.”
“No, no, my son would never!” I hear Mrs. Collins snap, “She caused this, not him!”
“My daughter did nothing!” my mama shouts, and I squeeze my eyes tightly, my head pounding, “Your son assaulted her, he said there is proof!”
“Missy Sires admitted she was sleeping with Adam, who had taken a few pills of ecstasy, the reason why he was kicked off the football team, when Ms. Robins walked in on them. She ran away as any hurt girlfriend would, and Adam followed her before roughly shoving Ms. Robins against the hood of his car,” the strange voice states. “Several students filmed it, believing they were messing around, too drunk to notice Ms. Robins screaming for help as he beat her up. We have the evidence, Mrs. Collins, so please keep your voice down. I understand your pain but Adam is the one at fault, not Ms. Robins, just like it was Adam who ranover Ms. Sires when she tried to help Ms. Robins get out of the car. And just like it was Adam who purposely drove into a tree and tried to kill both himself and Ms. Robins and now we won’t know the outcome with Ms. Robins unless she wakes.”
“Get out!” my mother sneers, but I keep my eyes shut, not wanting to face everyone while I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest, the party hitting me like a slideshow behind my eyelids, the crazed look in Adam’s eyes.
“Leslie…” Mrs. Collins chokes, “My son is dead, I just want some answers.”
Wait, Adam is…
No.
“You’ve got your answers, several videos of my daughter being attacked by your son including two girls stepping forward and admitting he sexually assaulted them,” wait what, “And now if Holly wakes, she’s going to have to live with the fact her first boyfriend not only had issues with drugs but was also a cheater, beat her, hurt other girls and tried to kill her, now get out!”
I hear a few sniffles before I hear Adams' sister, Freya, whisper, “Mama, let’s go, I don’t think Dad was lying when he said he’s washed his hands of us when we stormed in here, putting the blame on someone innocent. Holly is still in a coma and may never wake, you’ve got your answers, the whole town knows them, and we’ve become a laughing stock, so let’s go.”
“But there’s proof she was fighting with him in the car, that's how he crashed!” Mrs. Collins tries, and someone sighs as a voice says, “There is video evidence of your son reaching over and grabbing hold of her by her hair before shoving her away when we put the sirens on. Ms. Robins, as your daughter has stated, is in a coma because of your son. Now respect her parents’ wishes and leave otherwise I will have to forcefully remove you.”
“I want a court order in place so they cannot step a foot near my daughter, immediately,” my dad commands and several gasps echo as the unknown voice says, “Of course,” before loud protests make me flinch, the noises sounding like sledge hammers being hit against my head and I unintentionally groan out loud and mamma cries, “Holly!” before I feel two soft hands grip my cheeks.
I slowly open my eyes and lock them with Mama’s blue ones before my dad leans over and presses his lips against my forehead and both my parents sob before I lock eyes with Freya’s sad hazel ones and I choke, “Adam…” and her tears fall as I shake my head and a sob works its way up my throat with denial.
No, he didn’t manage to kill himself and I survived, please no.
Mama holds me tighter as Mrs. Collins tries to get past who I now see is a policeman who is gently shoving her out of the room while Freya slowly walks out, following them. I know life as I know it will never be the same again.
My boyfriend cheated on me.
He hit me.
He tried to kill me but ended up killing himself instead.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get past the trauma, especially with the whole school standing back before realizing I needed help.
Chapter 1
Dirty – Age Thirty Years Old
“Fucking hell, this shit box should just be scrapped and the owner should get a second-hand car. The thing is ninety percent fucking rust,” Tank grunts and I look up from Thunder’s Harley, which Tank has refused to fix, and smirk at the disgust on his face.
He runs a hand through his now longer brown hair though he’s kept the sides short, a small indication of trying change.
Turns out Tank’s mama, now burnt to dust, always wanted a girl. Thunder, the menacing brother, shot her, so Tank’s dad didn’t have to right after Tank killed the woman he was forced to date when we were teens, something we weren’t aware of.
Until Tank was five or six, before his father began training him for the club, his mother forced him to act like a girl, weardresses, and keep his hair long. When he resisted, she burned him on the back, acting irrationally and cruelly.
