Short Story : Why Whats Wrong?

“But on that road I took a fall, Oh baby why did you run away.”

“ Do you want me to drop you off on the side of the road? Because I will do it!” Threatened Tyler as he bangs his fist against the dashboard.

“Where you going, all alone in the hood? Maybe I can give you a ride”

“Just take her behind our car, help is on its way,” the officer repeated to Evan. “We’ll be there to help just as soon as we secure the scene.”

“Okay, I just didn’t want you to think I was pressuring you to deal with this again,” Aidan replied. “That’s settled then. We’re going to Connecticut. You drive,” said Megan and started walking towards the exit. Aidan had to run to catch up with her. They walked silently across the parking lot towards Aidan’s car.

“Come on Connie, my sweet girl, we’re just going for a ride, just you and me, we can go to the spot, then maybe that cabin in the woods” he said as though he hadn’t heard Connie, only tightening his hold on her arm in response and yelling to Ellie. “Hey Ellie, hop out of the car for me why don’tcha, make room for my girl”

Ruined. The pieces of glistening glass marked the area of the incident. It had all happened so quickly, too quickly for them to engage and avoid what had happened. Tim and Gina were only on the road for ten minutes when the crash occurred. Silence took over as soon as it happened. The bricks of the wall that they hit had collapsed. Both were still, not a muscle moved. The foot wells now held the wedding hat that had fallen off from the impact of the haul and John’s tie that he had spent forever perfecting had become scruffy. It was their son’s big day, his wedding day, why did it have to happen to them?

"Look, sir, I don't know what to say. I wasn't prepared for any of this and..."

“I should’ve never listened. I want to go back. There is nothing I want more than to go back and stop myself from killing my baby. I killed my baby. My own child.”

“I’ll stop at the next motel. We’ve got a few hours of driving left tomorrow.”

"Where in Ra's name did you go? You freak out and walk away, leaving me alone. To top it all off, I had no idea where I was going, so I had to walk around for half an hour doing nothing. So, are you gonna explain or not."

“It’s going to be so weird riding in the backseat with you driving. The last memories I have of all us in a car is old Sal and me driving and hauling everyone to community band,” I say, laughing as we move towards his car.

"Nah, all the trouble I have is going to go away after this, so...I'll see ya around, alright?" With one final hug, she was back in the familiar, bolstered Recaro racing seat and making her way down as many back roads as possible in order to arrive at the designated meeting place on time. She was, unfortunately, a few minutes late, though her bags were stowed safely away in the trunk and she had everything in place that was expected of her. She peered at the building, and then around the area, wondering if she should venture in or simply wait in the parking space she had swung

“He’s probably just late. Since it’s a half-day, he has to pick up Kyler first.” I replied, setting my bag on the sidewalk. Still, my worry multiplied as the minutes flew by. Bushra’s ride arrived and she went home. Loitering students walked out of the lot. Teachers drove themselves home.

“No dude I'm sorry, now let's try to find a gas station. Henry and I will go look for one. Clarence, you have to watch the car. Got it?” I said.