Christmas Nightmare

The Accident

We went through check out, putting everything in bags and back into the carriage. I pushed Domo out to the car, with Connor and Kaylie trailing behind me. Mum and Meagan were pushing the carriages with the decorations. After getting settled in the car we set off to the freeway towards the heart of London in search of food. We had been driving for about 20 minutes when Devan started bouncing in his seat.

"What is it Domo?" I asked.

Looking out the front window, there was an 18 wheeler swerving back and forth. It looked like the driver had no control over the cab, and there were sparks flying out from all angles. I kept looking forward to see a very long stretch of black ice and before I could say anything, the car did a 360, sending us tumbling into the cement barrier with another car hitting us head on. I heard screams, glass shattering, the sound of gravity pulling people, along with a baby's cry. I quickly unbuckled myself and Connor and pulled him down so we wouldn't get struck with glass. I looked up to watch Devan go flying; his carseat must not have been secured all the way. He followed mum out the window. He was crying and screaming but there was no catching him in time; .2 seconds, and he was gone. I heard the smack of them hitting the pavement too. Once I felt the car come to a complete stop, I slowly stood up, instructing Connor to stay down until I told him it was safe. I looked over into the row in front of me to see an unconscious Kaylie with blood coming from her cheek, nose, and mouth. Meagan's head had smashed into the dashboard at full force, no airbags, no cushioning. I reached over the seat and slowly shook Kaylie.

"Kayboo, are you awake?" I whispered in her ear, pushing her blood matted blonde hair out of her face to reveal more cuts, and glass punctured in her pale skin. I lifted up an arm, limp, lifeless.

I turned back around and signaled Connor to stand up on the seat. Pulling him up, he stood there while I jumped over the back seat, to attempt to open the very back. I pulled at the interior latch, jammed. I remembered there was a kit for repairing things under the seat. I pulled out a hammer and threw it with full force at the window, smashing it, sending the hammer flying through and hitting the ground. I kicked out the rest of the glass and made sure it was safe to jump down.

"Alright mini-Ed Sheeran, grab my phone, and then I'm going to lift you up, and pull you over the seat, and we're going to climb out the window and get help, okay?" I asked, ruffling his head and kissing his forehead, wiping away his tears.

He leaned down, grabbed my phone off the floor, handing it to me. It must have been underneath me during the impact because it wasn't broken at all. I pulled him over the seat into the back with me.

"Stay here, I'm going out first. And hopefully the back door will open from the outside."

He nodded, and with that, I put one leg through the window, boosting myself up, and swung my other leg through, and jumped down, landing on solid pavement. I then reached up and carefully pulled Connor out, sitting him on the concrete barrier behind me. Looking at him, I didn't see many injuries. Maybe a black eye, and a few scratches, and bumps.

"Allie, can you please call for help now? I'm scared." he said, whimpers choking up his words.

I nodded and pressed the emergency call button on my phone.

"Emergency services, what's the emergency?" the low voice of the operator spoke.

"Um, long story short, car accident. My mom and 4 year old brother got ejected. My two sisters are still in the car, I couldn't get them out. My 8 year old brother and I got out with a few bumps and bruises. I don't know where we are except for we're on the freeway near London." I said, fairly quickly, squeezing Connor's hand.

"Alright sweetie, we're tracking your location. We have crews on the way, looks like someone has reported the incident already. There's a crew about 2 minutes away."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a young boy, maybe about 20, walk up to me.

"Oh, they're here.. Um, thank you," and with that I disconnected the call, putting the phone back in my pocket.

"Are you okay?" the boy asked.

I studied his features for a minute, he had brown hair, green eyes, he was fairly attractive for a paramedic. The name tag that was sewn onto his navy blue jacket, read "Finn".

"Um, yeah, I guess. Just a little shaken up. My mum and brother are somewhere on the other side, I'm almost convinced their dead. No one survives getting thrown out of a car... My sisters are in the car still. I couldn't get them out. And um this is my brother, Connor, and I'm Allie..." I explained to him what happened as he called in for more crew.

"I'm Finn. by the way, um, do you have any family you can call?" His question was drowned out by the shouting of more medics, and firefighters, and police officers running through the scene. He quickly looked over Connor and I, and decided we should go to Portland Hospital, in London, to wait for family.

I picked up Connor, carrying him back to the white, green, and yellow paramedic van. He opened the double doors and let us climb inside. I sat down on the stretcher, leaning back and keeping Connor in my lap, stroking his soft light red-orange hair, combing the little knots out with my fingers.