No Two Hearts

Chapter 9

    For someone with as much- intensity- as Clark, I would've imagined his car to be a sleek black sports model, not the old rusting pickup truck I was now inside.

    I sat slumped in the passengers seat, arms crossed over my chest with my feet propped up on the dashboard, still trying to process the events of the last twenty minutes.

    I've lived in about 14 different places so far, and not once have I witnessed someone almost lose their life like that. For all I know, that someone could be dead- no thanks to Clark.

    I mean, it's not like the tree falling over was his fault, but he didn't even show any remorse; it actually looked like he couldn't have cared less.

    Not only did Clark make me feel unsafe, but he had somehow coerced me into driving with him- actually, less coerced and more forced. I don't even know where we're going. Shit. I probably just fucked up big time.

    "Get your feet off my dash."

    "What?" I jumped at the voice. I had almost forgot there was still someone sitting next to me.

    "Sorry, was that too hard to understand? Get. Your. Feet. Off. My. Dash," a clearly very annoyed Clark demanded, not bothering to shift his gaze away from the road.

    "Jeeeez, sorry. But what's the big deal? They aren't even dirty."

    He turned in his seat to face me, "If we got into a crash, you'd break both your legs. I mean it's up to you, but I don't feel like a fun detour to the hospital," he countered, his stare lingering on me before focusing back on the road ahead.

    I rolled my eyes but adjusted my feet so they were crossed underneath me, twisting back to him with a mock smile stretched across my face, "Happy?"

   Rather than a response, I was met with a stoic glare, quiet and cold which reminded me how much I did not want to be alone in this car with this guy.

    "Where are we going?"

    Silence.

    "I could call the police you know."

    More silence.

    "Should I be worried about being the subject of next week's Dateline episode, or would you like to enlighten me as to where we're driving?"

    He smirked at my comment but just sat there, continuing along the country road unmoving and silent.

    "Fine," I decided, reaching into the pocket in my sweatpants, "I'm calling my dad," I added, unlocking my phone and switching to the dial pad.

    "No you're not."

    Clark reached over and snatched the phone out of my hands, tossing it under the driver-side dashboard.

    "Hey!" I began to panic, "Give it back asshole," I demanded, lunging over the centre console and trying to grab the discarded phone from him. If he really wouldn't let me call someone, I could very possibly be in serious danger.

    "Get back in your seat, you're gonna make me crash," he growled, shoving me off him with one hand still gripping the wheel.

    "Just give it back!" I yelled, now frantically punching at his body in a futile attempt.

    "You're gonna make me swerve off th-"

    Bang.

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    I thought it would happen in slow motion, like in all those movies I'd seen. The car barreling into Clark's truck from our front, while I practically sat on top of Clark, back facing the windshield, still wrestling for my phone.

    I thought I might slowly turn my head around to face the incoming car, and have my life flash before my eyes, remembering all the good parts, and all the things I never got to do. I would think of Jayden, my dad, even my mom, and I would be at peace knowing I was about to see her again.

    But that didn't happen. Instead, it was less than a blink.

    One second I was on top of Clark clawing at his body as the car slammed into us, and the next I was laying on the grassy side of the road without a scratch on me, watching the red pickup I was just inside, explode.

    I threw my head down to my knees, and lay in a fetal position as the heat from the blast nearly engulfed me. It was like nothing I'd ever seen, the whole truck lifting at least four feet off the ground from the impact.

    The smoke created a cloud of grey soot that burned at my eyes, and the flames kept roaring until the car was reduced to a couple of measly parts.

    The driver who had hit us, sat in his seat watching Clark's pickup practically disintegrate in front of his eyes, and began to noticeably panic as the the hood of his vehicle caught flame.

    I let out a scream when his silhouette suddenly disappeared in the flames along with his car. I watched a man die, and it all was my fault. How did I get out of the car in time, while he died subject to the fire?

And it all happened in less than 10 seconds.

    Shaking and trembling in the aftermath of the disaster, I curled myself out of a ball and tried to stand up, my legs giving way as the adrenaline all rushed out of my body. I felt a sudden pain in my hip, and wondered if it had been there the whole time.

    The driver was dead, Clark was dead, and I just sat there on the now-black grass, tears pouring out of my eyes, my teeth chattering against each other.

    But then the smoke began to clear, and Clark wasn't dead.

    He wasn't reduced to ashes like the unfortunate driver beside him.

    No- Clark wasn't even hurt.

    He pushed himself up and off the ground, wiping at his jeans, and started towards me.

   I froze, the tears sticking to my face as my entire body refused to cooperate with my racing mind.

    That wasn't possible. I watched Clark die. I saw the car he was sitting inside explode into a million pieces. The other driver was killed instantly just from the blowback of Clark's accident.

I must be dreaming.

But then he was walking towards me, without so much as a limp, and I knew I was awake.

I just stared, still frozen in shock, as the brown haired blue eyed boy approached me cautiously; almost like he was afraid.

I peered up at his tall, broad form standing above me trying, and failing, to put my thoughts into words.

"H- How?" I stuttered, "How are you standing here right now?"

Instead of responding he simply knelt down in front of me, reached into his now-tattered back pocket and pulled out my phone, handing it to me with a tight-lipped smile, "You wanted this back?"

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Authors Note

okay- here's my explanation for not writing since may... lol.

I got really busy with school and work so I kept telling myself, "I'll just update it next week", which as u all know- never ended up happening.

But the other day I was on the subway and extremely bored, so I opened wattpad randomly and just started typing.

I had a ton of fun writing again, so I'm gonna keep this going as long as I can.

I highly doubt I'll get as many reads as I was when I was updating consistently, but if ur still here after all this, tysm ILY.

peace out babes- for now. ;)