Page 3 of Holiday on the Rocks
But as hard as I tried I couldn’t get out of this; my seatbelt was jammed. To top it off my cell phone was in my purse which wasn’t visible anyway. I stretched my neck and couldn’t even see the road I used to be on. Did anyone see me fly over the cliff? Was anyone coming for me?
Panic swirled up my back as my eyes bulged. Memories of weeks in the hospital that I’d blocked out ran through my mind like the one hundred meter dash. This isn’t the same.
I was too young to die, I’d always figured by the time I kicked the bucket my winning column would outweigh my losing column, but that didn’t appear to be the case. As I looked back at the success and failures, I couldn’t help but to be proud that at least the potty training thing had stuck.
If I survived this I was going to join the cicadas this summer and just scream for six weeks straight.
“Hey!”
“Help!” Gratitude pumped into my bloodstream; someone was coming. Now I was happy and scared crying at the same time. I looked at my glove to find it saturated with blood, so I switched hands. I decided if I didn’t die today I would have to kill Emily for planning a winter wedding in Colorado.
“Are you okay? I’m trying to get the door open.” The man’s voice filled my fucked up rental car. I looked through the passenger window that was now missing the glass to see a black coat outside. Crap, I probably should’ve opted for that extra insurance they babbled on about at the rental place. My bad.
“I think I’m okay.” My voice was shaky and unfamiliar and as hard as I tried, the hot water wouldn’t stop coming from my eyes. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Fuck, the door is jammed.” The man’s voice was deep. “Sorry for the language.” I could see him tugging on the door.
A nervous laugh popped out. “They say smart people swear more than stupid mother fuckers.”
“That’s funny.”
“Yeah, I’m a hoot in life threating situations.”
“I don’t know if I can get this door open enough.”
My teeth started chattering. “You can do it. Do crackheads say I can’t get high today because I’m broke? No, they make it happen. Don’t let a crackhead hustle harder than you.”
A deep laugh filled the car. “Look at this. Chick hanging upside down is the new Tony Robbins over there.”
After a minute more he pulled the door open and leaned inside. “Oh shit, you’re bleeding pretty bad.”
He crawled into the car and that was when I died.
“Allie?”
Even upside down with blood everywhere, his eyes cut me more than any glass ever could.
“Levi? Are you kidding me right now?” I could feel my heart beating in my neck. “Have I died and gone to fucking hell?”
“I—”
“You son of a bitch.” I hissed. “Get away from me!”
“Allie, I need to get you out of here.”
“I’d rather bleed out in this car than be anywhere near you!
“Langley, we need to get you down.”
“So you ended up in Colorado? I knew I’d hate the 38th state in the Union!”
He crawled further into the car and every muscle in my body jumped when we were upside down face to face.
“Of course your brain would know that fact.”
“Do not talk about my brain!” I slapped his hand away.
“Langley, calm your ass down.”
