What Hurts the Most

Chapter 7 - A Hard Goodbye

"Dad!" I yelled "you werent supposed to make him leave. You were supposed to say 'welcome to the family, son' and pat him on the back!"

"Nope," said my dad, walking away.

I ran out the door, after Jackson's truck, which was already pulling down the road.

I got halfway down the road, when I noticed there was a car, going about 95mph down the road. Before I could even blink, the car crashed right into the front of Jackson's truck.

I stopped running. Glass shards flew everywhere. The Mustang that hit Jackson drove right around him. The front of it was dented... a lot.

I ran around to the driver's side of the truck. The truck was dented beyond fixing capabilities. Jackson was still inside, his head resting on the airbag, a trickle of blood running down his face.

I began to cry.

"No," I started to yell "NO! JACKSON, NO!" I was bawling at this point. I felt Jackson's heartbeat. Nothing. "C'mon, Jack. Baby, please wake up. JACKSON! WAKE UP!"

I stepped back and took out my phone. I dialed the numbers '9-1-1' and held it up to my ear. RING, RING, RING. It seemed like forever until someone finally picked up.

"Hello," said a lady on the other line. "This is Melissa. How may I help you?"

"Uh-" I said "M-my f-fiancé w-was just i-in a car a-accident. P-please help."

"Yes, now ma'am," said Melissa. "I need your name, age, and location."

"Um-" I stuttered. "My name is Selina McDaniel, I'm 18, and my location is Glades Road, in Oklahoma City."

"Okay," soothed Melissa. "You're okay. Were sending help right now. Is anyone hurt?"

"I'm pretty sure," I told her. "My fiancé is dead. His heart isn't beating, and he's cut everywhere with glass."

"You're okay," repeated Melissa. "Just stay where you are, sweetie."

"Okay," I said. I hung up the phone, put it in my pocket, fell down, and cried.