Three

Chapter 2

            That night I explained to Jack what happened on the night my parents died. Who was left for dead while I witnessed it all happen. One snowy night in December last year. My parents and I were driving home from a Christmas party that my parents hosted for their archeologist team at a beautiful rented cabin in the woods. I was in the back seat of our family's SUV laughing and talking with my mom who was sitting in the passenger seat. I remember talking about movies coming up and new discoveries that my father and she found in Mexico. She was very beautiful the last time I remember seeing her. With her nice fluffy brown hair, nice olive skin that was exactly like mine, red lipstick on her lips while her teeth were white as pearl. She was wearing her favorite red dress that matched her diamond red earrings, that made her look stunning that night. Everyone says I look like my dad with his brown combed hair and sense of humor. He was driving and focusing on the road which was now starting to fade away from all the thick snow landing on the car window. My dad turned on the high beams for a better view of the road the snow was tuff but my dad knew how to get home safely through these type of situations. While he was driving he made nothing but jokes about what had happened at the Christmas party and letting out all the drama between their archeologist team. Who cheated on who, who had too many drinks, who annoyed who, why the Santa Clause my parents hired for the party was skinny and had a bottle of "Patron" under his suit. I would always remember that about my father, his sense of humor that he had that made everyone laugh all the time. We were halfway home going down a bumpy hill. The hill would circle mountains going down and have many zig-zag roads that were getting pretty difficult to drive without proper precaution. The snow was now at a point of a snowstorm with snow hitting the windshields, it was hard for my dad now to know where he was going at that moment. Suddenly down the road, we all seen a big truck with their high beams on. Driving in the opposite direction. He was driving extremely fast for the weather hearing the truck get louder and louder until eventually, not a second later the big truck rammed into our SUV from the side. My dad pressed on the brakes trying to stop the car from going in circles but we were immediately spinning uncontrollably sliding towards the woods. The tires screeching we slid off the road down a steep hill bashing into trees and snow. The car flipped multiple times I couldn't focus on anything feeling like I was inside a dryer. I hit my head on the side of the car window and blacked out.

I woke up a few hours later with blurred vision and hearing nothing but a high pitch sound in my ear. Piled with chunks of snow, cold and shivering. I try and process what had happened. I was not inside the car anymore I must have open the door and fell out I thought. My head aching and throbbing I get up slowly with my aching body in pain. I look around and see nothing but the darkness in the woods. I heard a faint noise fading into my ear that was getting louder. I turn my head to the direction where the noise was coming from and see my parent's car bashed into a tree a half-mile away. I notice blood is now coming from my leg and head I didn't feel anything yet from the adrenaline rushing through my body. My jacket and pants now stained with my blood, I try and skip towards the car and yell out for my parents. I reach a tree to catch my balance to not fall down my left leg felt numb and weak. Suddenly I hear footsteps from the dark didn't know where it was coming from but my instinct told me not to say anything. I hear the footsteps getting louder and louder and witness someone in all black from head to toe walk towards the crashed SUV. It's a tall man walking around the SUV, I didn't trust him for help. Gut instinct told me he was the man that rammed into us in the road. I hear the car door open from the driver's side and see my father crawling out of the driver's seat hearing him moan in pain crawling away from the SUV and was stopped by the man in black. The man in black walked over to my father and kneeled down to see my father all bloody and in pain. The man looked at him as he was talking to my dad and my dad in disgust spit at him with blood. The man in black stood and pulled out a gun and pointed it at my dad. I see a bright light and hear the bang of the bullet. I stay hidden and whimper as to what I just witnessed. I heard the horn of a car from up the hill and peek to see the man in black walk back into the woods towards the car.