She breathes out slowly, staring at the location on her phone. Two years ago she met him online. Two years ago.

567-408-7420, United Kingdom

CALLING •••

( Answer ) ( Decline )

She blinks rapidly as tears puddle. She slides her hands down the chilled steering wheel and stares out of the windshield, shivers run through her ridged body. She reaches over, blinking once before tapping the green answer button. She mutes her side and listens briefly.

Nothing.

She catches a glance of the phone just as the line disconnects. The girl in the driver’s seat closes her eyes and exhales, raising her head in relief. She’s eighteen now and he promised he’d call when she was of age. They agreed that if they were ever separated, we would call. So she gave him her number.

The phone rings again and she jumps in her seat, hitting her shoulder on the door. She yanks the phone from the passenger seat and answers it, her blue eyes wide.

“Excuse me, prissy-pot, I called like five minutes ago and your stupid phone rang and rang. You’re suppose to be at the mall… Where even are you? Tell me you’re bailing on this one and we have like… a serious problem.” The girl’s sister rambles through the phone as the girl gazes from the windshield a little more.

She’s still in her car, at home. Her hair and makeup are barely done. What she managed to brush on is now streaked with salty tears.

“I’m on my way. I got hung up on something, and it took longer than I expected,” tears pool. She doesn’t know why. “I’ll be there in a minute. I promise.”

She disconnects the line and slowly backs out of her short drive, trying not to hyperventilate while she rocks back and forth, running every red light purposely. She hits the highway, merging too quick and going faster than the speed limit.

A siren’s song of horns blow out behind her, road-rage gets worse as they swerve to avoid collision. Her eyes are wide, tears blocking her vision as an eighteen-wheeler full of leaded gasoline leans on his horn, pulling in front of her. She slams on breaks just as he does, sending her skidding across the wet road.

Tires screech behind her as someone rams into her small car, sending her sliding under the truck, his wheels come to a stop as he tangles with a small mini-van in front of him. The sound of metal on metal is deafening as it all slams to a sudden stop.

Quickly, the truck driver’s door pops open, children began to wail around him. Sirens start up somewhere in the distance as smoke lifts into the air. The driver bends, looking at the girl beneath his wheels just as the smell of gas wafts into the air. He calls out, saliva flying from his mouth as he reaches for help.

Blood seeps down the girl’s face, one hand clutching her bulging stomach, sharp pains vibrate through her spine and to the baby within her womb. Her eyes roll as someone reaches in, grabbing her beneath the armpits.

That’s when the small car explodes in a mess of heated metal and busted glass after a small spark hit the exposed gasoline.

( TO BE CONTINUED! )

I wanted to give the community a small series to stay on my page, unlike the other. 20 likes and I’ll make the next, I promise!! (I bumped it up to 20 because recently I’ve been getting 10 likes normally, sorry!)