Leave {z.m.}

Fifteen

I crawled through the broken window and stood up straight outside of what was left of the car. 

"I don't know how..." Adelaide's voice startled me and I turned around briskly. 

I could not find the words to speak as I eyed her. I was dumbfounded. There was not a single injury on her body when there should have been. The car was completely demolished. 

"That is not possible."

"Yeah, that's what I'm thinking," Adelaide agreed quietly with lowered eyes. 

"You are not hurt at all?" I questioned with doubt clear in my voice. 

"I have a headache but other than that, I'm fine." 

"Fascinating." 

"Uh, fascinating? That's the word you choose?" Adelaide's frown was judgmental.

"Something is different. Very different. You should be in pain, severely injured or dead."

"Um, I'm sorry to disappoint you?" Adelaide shot me a puzzled glance. 

"What happened to you during the crash?" I demanded. 

"Well, the impact was pretty abrupt. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was standing here." 

"Fascinating," I repeated.

"Would you stop saying that? I'm not a science experiment or something. So what does this mean?" 

"I honestly do not know. I will ponder this. In the mean time though, I will try to see if I can recover some of your belongings. You could call someone to pick up my car. That reminds me that I need to pick up your car from the airport where you left it. I could drive it back to your place for you."

"Oh, right! I ended up going with you and I totally forgot about it. It would give you an excuse to come back, although by the looks of this, we may never arrive there in the first place." 

"We will," I assured her. I told her to call a tow truck whilst I moved towards my car.

I rummaged through and found her bags perfectly in tact. This was strange; it was not as strange as finding Adelaide entirely unharmed though. I went to her side with her bags and listened as she spoke to someone on the other side of the phone.

"They can come get rid of the car in an hour. There's probably no way for them to repair it. What are we supposed to do for a whole hour?" She complained as she hung up the call on her cellphone. 

"We are going to find out who crashed into us and their reasoning for it."

"How on earth will we do that? They drove away!" 

"I remember their front license plate." 

She rested her hands on her hips; she did not believe me. I recited the numbers and letters to her from what I recall in my mind. 

"Guess you weren't lying," she answered, surprised by my memory.

"When have I ever lied to you?" 

"I think the real question is, when haven't you lied to me? You are so sneaky and mysterious about everything," she laughed to herself, recalling moments of my secretive behaviour.

"I have to be." 

"Oh, really? And why is that?"

"I cannot let you know all of my secrets yet. That would be absurd." I smirked and she smiled. 

I felt myself becoming who I was before. Who I should be now. The real me. I could not stop myself.

I was revealing too much, but I seemed to not care. 

I wanted to tell her everything.