How to Love You

7

September 28

Today should've been a happy day filled with sunshine, smiles, and endless laughter; it was finally the day you get to leave the hospital that unfortunately only held memories of the accident. Except, it ended up sucking, all thanks to the man who ruined my life, the malevolent drunk guy who was driving the vehicle that crashed into us.

I saw him hobbling down the hall, dressed in a patient gown with not even a single apparent injury. He was smiling flirtatiously at all the young female nurses, while happily chewing on a Twinkie that was messily crumbling over his grimy fingers. I wouldn't have thought he was anything more than a perverted creep, until I noticed a nurse politely referring to him as Tucker. That was a name that I vividly remembered seeing, upon searching through countless police reports to find what idiot caused the accident. Had the name been something common, like John or Chris, I probably wouldn't hadn't been phased by this, but c'mon, how much of a coincidence can this be? What are the chances another man named Tucker just happens to randomly be here right after the accident?

I approached him, pretty calmly at first, just to make sure I don't accidentally accuse the wrong guy of a deed he didn't commit. However, my pulse was throbbing coarsely through my veins at the mere thought that this was him; my blood boiling a mile a minute at the image of you, my sweet Danielle, piercingly screaming for your life, as you demolished the side window with your skull.

"Hey, what are you in the hospital for?" I asked, demanding a rapid response and not being the least bit subtle. He was seemingly hesitant to answer at first, as his mouth hung open and continuously shut abruptly. Also, judging by the way he no longer could look me in the eyes, and the glimmer of sweat that now trickled down his neck, it wasn't hard to tell he appeared quite anxious.

"A car accident." He mumbled under his breath, the stench of alcohol still remaining as he spoke. As he fully stared at the ground and swayed his feet across the shiny hospital floor, I knew it was him at that moment; he was a filthy coward.

"You're the drunk guy who crashed into my wife and I. She lost her memory and you got away unscathed. You're a lucky bastard, aren't you?" The man stepped away from me with his hands up, deathly afraid of what I might do to him after my outburst.

Of course I wanted to kick his ass into the dirt, but I didn't. I knew you would be disappointed if I stooped to this pathetic man's level, but it didn't hurt to scare him a little, right?

"Listen, dude, I'm sorry. I made a mistake." His hands grew shaky, as he continued to back away from me and frantically search for nearby nurses to protect him. Like I said before, he was nothing but a filthy, disgusting coward.

"Just watch your back, you don't deserve to get away unharmed." I spat, strutting away from him with an evil smirk on my face.

That son of a bitch was gonna get major karma one day for what he did to us, Dani. He took away what could've been our perfect future with those three children you desperately wanted and that gorgeous house by Meadow Lake that you insisted on buying one day. Not once did I ever plan on losing you in my future. I hope that all hell rains down on him for causing us so much pain; he deserves to live in guilt for the rest of eternity.