Steady Hands | E.D.

Chapter 23

  I hopped into the passenger seat of his white range rover with a smirk on my face. I love his car so much.
  "Are you ready?" He asked, pulling out of the parking lot.
  "I guess?" I replied. He once again won't tell me where we are going.
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We have been driving for about 15 minutes now. Ethan has been quiet this entire time.
  "E are you alright?"
  "I've never been better, why?" He quickly added the 'why.'
  "Nevermind." He probably just doesn't feel good. As he turned left on the empty intersection, I looked out my window to see the unthinkable.
  "Eth-" before I could finish my sentence, the speeding dump truck crashed into my side of the car.
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I opened my eyes to see everything was blurry. I looked around and all I could see was shattered glass. Everything was dead silent. I lifted my head up a little bit and analyzed the situation. Oh god, this is bad. My side of the car is on the ground, we must have flipped a few times. I then realized that my arms were covered in blood, shards of glass digging deeply into my skin. I must be in shock, because I don't feel it. I looked at the glass where my window once was to see more blood. I shakily lifted my hand to my skull, and when I brought it back, it was drenched in dark red blood. Nonono.
  I looked up in search of Ethan, but he wasn't there. My eyes traced up to the gigantic hole in the windshield, and then back to his never buckled seatbelt. Ethan..
  I struggled but eventually flung my seatbelt off, and then started to climb up to the windshield. I pulled myself through the hole as the searing pain of glass ripped through my arms and legs. Oops. I lay on the side of the car, as the side was facing up, and dragged myself to the end of it so I could peek over and find Ethan. Please be okay.

Yoooo! I wanted to leave it suspenseful. Hmm is he okay?? ;) comment for the next update!