I assess Stone next, having to crawl into the front seat. I notice he has some blood on his face but it isn't gushing like Phoenix. The glass from the window showered him. His plain back t-shirt is shredded, but nothing life threatening is to be seen from my vantage point.
Harper's door is still wide open. I smacked my head on the window, my gaze was fuzzy but her screams will haunt my nightmares. Never have I heard that kind of fear in her voice, and I don't ever want to again.
A moan comes from Stone.
"Easy big guy. Don't move too much. I have called 9-1-1, they should be here soon. I hope," I tell him.
"Harper," he croaks.
"I promise you, we will get her back and those cult fucks will get what is coming to them," I vow.
His words are faint, and they are drowned out by the sirens. It is a welcome sight. I exit the car and wave my hands like a mad man. The ambulance and fire truck stop mere inches from each other and men and women pile out of both.
A police officer walks up to me from his car behind the other two vehicles. "Can you tell me what happened here?"
"It's a little fuzzy, but my friend there getting cut out of his car with the jaws of life, had stopped at the sign right there and looked both ways. The road was clear and a black sedan came out of nowhere, rammed us and they high-tailed it out of here. I hit my head at the time of the impact and when I came to, Phoenix was bleeding and Stone was passed out. After I called 9-1-1, I wrapped my shirt around Phoenix's head and made sure Stone was still breathing and then you all showed up."
The office just nods and takes notes.
"Are my friends okay?" I ask.
"Once I have some info, you'll be the first to know," he states as he walks back to Stone's car, eyeing it as if he is making sure that my story checks out.
The whining of the saw finally stops, in awe, I watch as they remove the twisted metal that was encasing Stone from the car. My breath catches a little as the EMTs work to lift him from the car. Stone lives up to his name, he is not a light boy, pure muscle from swinging that hammer in his father's forges.
I stroll over there and butt in, "Here let me help."
They start to protest until they notice I can lift him. A couple of them grab his legs and we heave him onto the gurney. They start to cut the car again to get to Phoenix. He was the one that I was worried about. I have never seen that much blood in my life.Can a human/demi-god body contain all of that?
As I watch the sparks, my mind returns to Harper and her screams haunt me once again. What I wouldn't give just to hold her in my arms. I know she is pissed that I didn't listen to her mother, but I have never been able to stay far from her.
I remember the first time that we met, it was a perfect summer day at Huntington Beach. Her blonde hair was shimmering in the sunlight. She radiated like a god, and when those icy blue eyes landed on me, I was a goner.
I was hooked on her from that moment forward. She was surrounded by friends, and a buff guy who had an arm around her waist. Fuck, how would she be mine? For a minute, I thought she smirked at me, maybe I do stand a chance.
One of my friends hit me in the head with a volleyball. "Dude," I whined.
"You know you can't hit the ball with your head," he joked.
I watched as the ball rolls towards her, the goddess, and bumped her foot. "Miss, a little help please.'" I smirked.
"Oh, I love volleyball, can I join?" She perked up, twirling the ball in her hands.
"Whatever you want, beautiful," I replied.
The jock at her side frowns as she asks, "Do you mind, Stone?"
"Not at all, baby, go have fun," he replied with a dirty look thrown my way.
She gives him a peck on the cheek and heads towards me.
She extends her hand to me, "I'm Harper."
Her touch has the same cool and calming effect as the water. How can she feel like home?
"Harper," Phoenix's voice rouses me from the memory.
I'm grateful to hear his voice. Maybe his injuries aren't as bad as I thought. The officer I talked with earlier comes over to me.