A CLAY DOLL'S TEAR

Chapter 11

Clay's P.O.V

Rain streams down on the windshield as the wipers swings from side to side, making it possible to see through the fogged up glass.

The voices of my children playing in the back seat fills my heart with joy. I smile to myself as I turn to look at them.

their laughter fills the air, masking the sound of the rain beating on the metal roof of the car.

"Tak dis claydel." My husband ordered in a panic, clutching his side as he sucks in a sharp breath trying to sit up in the driver seat beside me.

I turn to him reaching for the red box that he is giving to me. My body jerk to the left slamming my head into the passenger window.The glass cracks into the pattern of a spider web, stain with my blood.

The car swerves out of control while my husband fight desperately to regain control of the wheel. His head jerk violently

forward slamming into the steering wheel. He falls limp, only the blood soaked seat belt pinning him to the seat.

The car flips from side to side crashing hard as it hits the ground and bouncing up again. The screams of the children falls silent one after the other and all that rings in my ears is the shattering of glass and the loud scraping of metal sliding across the wet Asphalt road.

It felt like an eternity before the car came to a complete stop. The seat belt squeeze into my body making it almost impossible to breath.

My chest seems to fold with into it self every time I try. I call for my children but my voice refuse to leave my aching chest.

Only whimpers and sobs matches the ringing in my ears. The car is completely upside down and so am I.

Falling in and out of consciousness choking on smoke I cry out.

"Xaraaaaa....!"

"Nickkk...!"

"Where are my children?"

"Why can't I hear dem?"

"Why can't I hear demmm?!?"

"Clay, Clay!" A familiar voice call to me as a set of strong arms pulls me from the wreck.

"Clay!" My eyes flutters open slightly catching sight of a blurry figure hovering over me.

"wake up Clay!" The figure came into focus, It's Nyla. She seem worried, almost in a panic.

I try to speak but I can't, my lips is not moving.

Nyla, whats wrong?

Nyla?

My eye lids feels so heavy, too heavy. I can no longer keep them open, The jaws of darkness swallows me.

It's so cold. Why am I so cold? where am I?

beep.. beep.. beep..

"Where are the children?! Xara?! Nick?!"

"Xavier where are youuu!? Save de children!"

"Pleasssseeeeee...! Help dem.!"

Beep..beep...beep...

My eyes flutters open once again. Nyla is pacing the floor worriedly while talking on her phone.

"What should I do?" she ask in a panic running her hand over her face and wiping her hand in her shirt. "She is extremely hot, sweating badly and shaking."