Wasted

Chapter Four - Crash

I woke up next to him. His curtains completely blacked out the sun from shining into his room. I stared at the ceiling for a good ten minutes, and then Taylor rolled over and hugged me. His hair was really curly and his voice was raspy.

I looked at the clock. It was almost eleven o'clock and I had cheerleading practice at eleven-thirty.

I hopped out of bed and grabbed my clothes. Taylor was still half asleep and he rolled back over and went back to bed. I slipped my dress back on and grabbed my shoes.

I woke up Taylor so he could escort me out of the house without being caught.

"Taylor! Wake up! I have cheer practice in a half-an-hour and I need to leave." I said rushing him to get up.

"Umm.. Okay.. But you have to be quiet.." He said lifting the sheets.

As he lifted the sheets I caught a glimpse of his beautiful abs, and I went into sort of a trance. My head went sideways, and my jaw went loose.

"What?" He said, shooting me a weird look, and snapping in my face.

"Umm," I said giggling, "nothing, I'm fine. We need to go!" I said getting up and grabbing my phone.

Taylor slowly cracked open his door and peeked through the slit. He waved for me to come closer, and he opened the door wide open. You could faintly hear Taylor's younger brother playing with his toys in his room next door.

"Let's go." He said waving me out of the room, checking to see if there was anyone around.

We both made it safely into his rover. I clicked in my seatbelt and fixed my hair up into a ponytail. His car slowly started, and his bass system caught me by surprise. It thudded whenever the beat dropped, and it made my ear drums rattle.

After getting ready and getting my clothes on, I drove myself to cheer. I knew I was going to be late because I had to be there at eleven, and I was still 20 minutes away, and it was already 10:55. I turned on my right turning signal. As soon as I pulled over into the right lane, a dark blue truck pulled out and hit the side of my car. It sent my suburban tumbling. It rolled five times and landed on its top. My life flashed before my eyes. I lay there, knocked out. Blood was dripping from unknown places on my body and I hung from my seat.

The entire front and side part of my car was caved in, and completely demolished. And I finally woke up. I didn't know what to think of it, so I bursts into tears, and an anxiety attack hit me like a brick wall. I flailed around in my seat trying to get out, but the seatbelt was wrapped around my waist, and the airbag was puffed up in front my face.

Dozens of people surrounded my car, that was now smoking and wreaking of gas fumes. I heard a faint mans voice and looked around to find the source.

"Are you okay, young lady?" He said trying to yank open the door.

"NO! NO! SOMEBODY HELP ME I CANT BREATH!" I replied, freaking out. My voice kept cracking because I was trying to avoid a mental breakdown.

"Okay! You'll be okay! My wife just called the EMS!" He said patting my shoulder from the cracked window.