It’s best to read the stories prior to this.
The cop talking to my mother saw the car slow to a halt and immediately gathered himself and his hat and paced quickly to the door opening it, to reveal the Senior Constable of the coast step out.
Then it hit me, the similarity, the jaw, the eyes, the reason behind the sheer number of police presence.
It was his son…
“Put her in the car” he said with a gruff voice. His eyes different yet so similar, these eyes had no spark, no flash, he had nothing.
“What do you think you’re doing!” My mother roared, as a police officer tried to calm her down.
I was lead to the car, shaking as I walked, a breeze had begun to sweep through, chilling me to the bone. I was still not quite dry, the blanket they had offered had been removed from me.
They thought I was the criminal.
The door slammed. Giving me a fright. I looked out the window as it started to rain yet again. My mother joining the downpour, her own tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to fight off a police officer, a weak attempt to allow for my freedom.
I felt the car start, the engine no longer heard as the rain began to fall even harder, watching the policemen huddle under the tents, one glancing in my direction clearly thinking horrid thoughts.
I leant back, my head craning back against the top of the chair. Thinking the day through.
What had been different, what had changed?
The trees had swayed as they normally did, the breeze flowed as it always had. The leaves scuttling along the undergrowth as usual. Things only changed when the scraping stopped.
Yet there was no struggle, at least, that i knew of, there was no noise. It was completely silent.
I opened my eyes.
The car was empty.
We were stopped in the middle of nowhere.
Jumping up i pushed myself against the window to see what was outside.
I saw trees, leaves pelting across the road as the wind swept through, rain, water flowing against the curb, stopping to pool around the body, picking up his blood.
I gasped as everything went black.
That one phone call, that one dreaded message,
Rain falling, thunder rumbling.
The television flashing images of worry, frustration, regret, hate, shock.
Why did she hang up, why was she crying? This isn’t like her, i look to the photos on the mantelpiece by the door. I’ve never seen her this upset, she’s scaring me, i don’t know what to say, i shouldn’t have let her go.
I get up, tears forming, filled with worry and regret, i’m going to fix this, make it all better. I grab the keys from the bench reach for my coat and leave the house.
Fumbling with the lock i manage to open the driver side door, i sit down dropping my keys by my feet, i curse to myself, my car has no lights inside any-more, having recently blown. Cursing more i desperately look for the keys hair falling over my face. A bright flash of lightning, lighting up the innermost darkness of the car, my keys just beside my hand, sitting innocently as if they were looking at me, ‘I was here all the time’.
Growling i grab the keys, starting the car, it groans in shock of being started at such a late point of the night ‘I’m trying to sleep here, come back later’. I punch the steering wheel in frustration. It starts,
Smiling but grimacing at the same time, my hand now aching I’ll regret that in the morning. I drive down the road, now regretting the punch even more, aching a dull throb, throb, throb, like the heartbeat of two lovers, strong and constant.
The rain now pelting with retribution, reducing the visibility to a little less than 5 meters, i maintained my speed, i needed to see her, flash of lightning, her face appears before me, that sad haunted face i imagine her to be revealing, all alone. I hate not being by her side, hate not making everything better, hate not..
I swerve, to avoid the out of control car coming towards me, not thinking… time slowed, mouth agape, this was it, what do i do?
Swerving still, struggling to maintain any control that remained with the car, it screeching in protest.
This was it, i saw a lamp post. Too late.
Shocked i slammed on the brakes.
Slowing, slowing, slowing, the lamp coming closer and closer, still too quickly.
Eyes flickering, my car. Stopped, in front of the lamp post, with little more than an inch to spare.