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"Maybe I'm scared because you mean more to me than any other person. You are everything that I think about, everything I need and everything that I could ever wish for."
-Madeline Peyton
Zachery's P.O.V
"Dad!" Chills covered every inch of my body and shivers trailed from the edge of my jaw, all the way down to the soles of my feet. My head was spinning in one hundred directions as I scanned the scene that would make anyone's heart plummet.
I stared horrified at the easily recognizable, black pickup truck that was turned over.The front of the vintage vehicle had smoke spewing from the front with a very strong smell arousing from it. Freshly formed tire tracks enclosed the scene, giving it a very violent effect that would lower all hopes of a positive outcome.
I could feel my pulse beating in my ears, successfully blocking out all other sounds.
Panic terrorized me as I climbed over the metallic parts that lounged around the sidewalk. As soon as the path ahead was somewhat clear, I sprinted pass the remaining obstacles and in the direction where my father was trapped.
The door was completely blocked by the enlarged airbag and the enormous bent car pieces. I searched the area desperately, hoping that I would find a tool—something to get inside and to remove him as fast as possible.
My heart dropped when I realized that nothing would've helped me. I fell to my knees and lost all the strength that I had left.
The sound of startling sirens sounded through the busy intersection and that's when it clicked that I wouldn't be the only one on the scene—thankfully.
A number of police cars rushed in and parked, with the officers getting to work promptly without any hesitation.
From the looks of the damaged light post and the daunting atmosphere, it felt as if all hope was lost.
I stood on the beige cracked sidewalk, constantly moving my hands in an effort of reducing the sweat level. My body shook involuntarily and fear overwhelmed me, resulting in an instant headache that felt like electrical impulses.
Petrified electric sparks soon transformed into one straight line.
It was over.
The sympathetic look that was connected between the paramedic and I confirmed everything.
He didn't need to say a word.
My eyes quickly diverted from him, to the limp body that was on the medical ambulance stretcher.
I bit my bottom lip and slowly dug for my phone, scrolling and scrolling for at least one contact that I could call.
It was almost like an instinct to call Madeline.
The phone rang and rang, increasing the flow of blood to my head by the minute. I paced back and forth, leaving an endless amount of voice mails and retrying her number again and again, just to hear her voice to reassure me that I wasn't officially alone.
After ten attempts of getting through to Madeline,
She never answered once.
Never in a million years, did I think that she would abandon me when I needed her. Here I was, staring at my dead father and thinking of how he spent his last moments in fear and angst.
I needed someone to call.
I needed someone to share the pain I was feeling.
I needed someone to fall back on and I couldn't rely on my best friend. . .
And that was what hurt the most.
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I absolutely hated the last chapter and I felt like I owed you all something that would make up for it :)
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Short Story❝You have ten days left to live, make the best of it.❞ Madeline Peyton and Zachary Tyler went together like peanut butter and jelly. She never went a day without thinking about him and he never went a day without planning his future with her in the...
