Dabbling In Sweetness

Chapter 22

When I open my eyes, I'm in the car. I touched my body, making sure I was real. But unlike last time, I was in the backseat this time. I was an onlooker to my own painful memory. I looked at the driver, his brown eyes matched my own and his light brown hair was a lighter shade but resembled mine. His hair was curlier in contrast to my own straight hair. When I was a kid, I used to pull at it; I remembered the times he would let me make them into pigtails. I smile fondly as he gives me a grin. He was my rock that made everything better. That's when I turned my attention to the 12-year-old girl in the passenger side. It was like looking at a mirror, but I hated the sight of her.

It was dark when we were driving home. I had my arms crossed and pouted at my dad who had been mocking me all the way home for crying and asking them to pick me up. I stare outside at the drizzle and reel in how much I love it. Rainy days always made my mood better. I lower the window a little, feeling the evening breeze carry the water droplets into the side of the car.

"I just didn't want to stay there anymore," I whined at him, raising the window again.

My dad laughs but reaches to pinch my cheek. "Amelia. It's okay. Mom told me and I rushed right over for my princess."

"Dad-" I complained.

"Don't tell me you're too old for your dad now?" He says and lets go of my cheeks.

"No," I say and look out the window. "I just don't like that."

"Okay. Okay, I won't do it anymore," he says with a chuckle.

"Thank you," I mumble and look at how hard rain was splashing on the car, making harsh noises on the car roof.

"It's raining harder," I tell him, a little worried.

"No worries, trust your dad. We'll make it back in one piece," he winks at me and I laugh. The thing is, he was wrong. I turned on the radio as our song played. One second we were belting out a duet and the next, I was lying on the floor, covered in blood. We never saw the car swerving our way, only bright headlights headed toward us.

I remember the next part so vividly, it lived in my head whether I wanted it or not. I saw the car before my dad did and in a panic, reached up to move the steering wheel. The only thing is, I fucked up. I pushed the steering wheel in the direction of the car instead of away. My dad tried to take control but the vehicles had already made an impact with each other. However, our vehicle takes the biggest hit and we tumble down the hill. It must have been a couple of seconds but to me it was endless. Until, finally, the car hits a tree, stopping us from going further. We're pulled by force back and forth by the seat belt. I tried to look around, the pain of the seat belt digging into me was unbearable, and I saw my dad.

"Dad, I try to crock out but my voice is gone. I try to move my arms, but they won't listen, making me a prisoner to my own thoughts. Out of frustration, I want to scream but nothing happens. The tears stream down silently as I try my hardest to move, wondering how I was going to get out. The darkness is all around us, with no light and no hope. The rain poured furiously around us as I reached for his hand.

"Amelia," he breathes out as our fingertips touch.

"Dad?" I yelp as I hold his finger.

"Look away baby," he says and that's when I notice it. His face had blood dripping down, but not only that, there was a branch deeply rooted to his stomach. My wails of cry are loud but no one can hear us. How are we going to get out?

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I mumble but he can't hear me. The despair was all around us, no way to avoid it, so I embraced it. All of a sudden, I feel the belt loosen and look at my dad, he had managed to unbuckle it.

"Run," he tells me.

"I can't leave you," I say with my eyes.

"It's okay. Go, find help." All I can do is close my eyes and run.  All the while, thinking, "Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't look back." 

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