He Can't Remember

Drive, crash, and a boy

" DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM-" Adam yelled as I slammed the door in his face.

I ran to the parked blue pickup outside his small house. The bruises were starting to color as I passed a streetlamp, their purple blue color showing through my white tee. The door behind me  open with such a force, I swear the wood on the side of the house splintered. I reached the passenger door, nearly tripping on the chunk of sidewalk that had forced itself up above the rest.  I could hear my heat race through my quick breaths.  His heavy steps raced over to me.

" Kat! Get over here! You can't leave me. You're a nobody! You have nowhere to go! You'll just come crying back to me like last time! " He said.

Tears raced down my face as managed to open the drivers side door and slid into the cold leather seat. Slamming the door shut, I quickly tried to place the keys in the ignition. My hands shakes violently and they fell to the ground. As my mind raced along with my heart at the speed of light, I bent down to reach them. Adam's drunken rage had reached the truck and his fist was hitting the window. His yells filled the truck as he failed again at trying to open the door. My hand touched the smooth metal of the key and my fingers wrapped around it. Adam pounded the glass harder, his brown eyes turned black with anger. Placing the keys in the ignition, I started the old truck up and hit the gas. Though I sped away, I wasn't quick enough and his hands broke the glass and made a swipe at my face. My face burned where he cut me and I could already feel the blood trickle down.

I looked in the rear view mirror to see him standing in the distance clutching a bottle in one hand and his other hand, red with blood was in the air, shaking as he stood in the middle of the road of the little community I called home. Well, used to call home. I'm never going back.

I turned the corner onto a little one lane road and thought about being away from him. Away from his yelling and telling me I wasn't worth living. That everything I did was wrong. Him saying that nobody was ever going to love me. That the only reason he stayed with me is because he felt sorry for me. 

The stars in the sky shown bright down on the lake as I drove past it. I wasn't sure where I was going to go. I didn't have anyone to go to for help. I once did. Many people I used to call friends. They tried to help but I pushed them away. That was just the type of person I was. I never wanted help. I thought I deserved what he was doing to me, but I don't know, something happened and I realised everything was wrong.

I was no longer paying attention to everything that was around me. I sat zoned out in the truck that once belonged to Adam. It still smelled like him. Alcohol, cigarettes and failure. Adam hadn't actually held a job for three years, the only money coming in from me working. And than he would spend most of it out at a pub.

I wiped my face, the blood had stopped flowing but had clumped my brown curly mess of a hair. Where was I suppose to go looking like this, a cut down my cheek and blood in my hair. A cars headlights brought me out of my thoughts and soon the blare of horn woke me up. The bridge around me caused neither of us to swerve and before I could hit the breaks, the front of my truck and their little car collided. 

I sat dazed in my seat. My breathing and heart both going 100 miles an hour again. My leg was in a roaring pain and I felt blood falling down my face yet again. My jeans had a large tear in them reviling a large gash in my right leg. I reach down to touch it but jerk away at contact, the pain to unbearable. Little droplets of blood fell and soaked my pants. I reached my arm up wiping my face, my cheek, stinging as well as my forehead. I pull my arm back, it too was now soaked with blood.

Only than did I remember the person in the other vehicle. His little sports car was a midget compared to the truck. The man or woman had to be in a very much worse condition than me. I reached down quickly trying to unbuckle the seat belt but the force of the crash wedged it in place. No matter how hard I pulled, it remained in place. I pull the seat belt out in front of me and try to wiggle myself free, but the gash in my leg continued to burn. 

I looked around the two seated area, hoping Adam had something in here that would help. The glove compartment was hanging open, most of the contents on the floor or passenger seat. The light of the moon wasn't bright enough for me to see very much. I reached over, my hand feeling through all the papers and empty cartons. My fingers jerk back as a piece of cool metal surprised them.  They quickly grasp for the mystery item and pull it toward me. Bringing the object to eyesight, it reveals itself to be Adams old hunting knife. I never understood why he had it. He's never gone hunting.

The blade appeared thin enough that I could slip it into the seat belt and pry it open. I was wrong and it just sat on top, as I pushed on it. The seat belt just wedged itself farther in. Making it impossible for me to get loose. I sigh, giving up on ever being free, ever getting away from Adam. I gently rotated the knife on my pants, blade down. Yeah, I'm smart but I didn't care at the moment. The blade, as it spun got caught on some loose piece of fabric. I pulled on it and it cleanly cut the fabric away from my jeans. The largest duh moment in the history of Duh moments accrued to me. I held a knife in my hands and it only just came to me to cut the seat belt.  I quickly put blade to material and began cutting. It quickly sawed it's way through the material.

Halfway through cutting, I looked up, hoping to see something or someone coming along. The path ahead was blocked by the hood of the truck which in the crash had twisted itself up. The countryside that I could see, was black and person less. And no one in their right minds would be fishing in the middle of the night. Perfect, we were out in the middle of the countryside with not a house in sight. As my hood was bent, I couldn't see the condition of the sports car or its driver.

The seat belt finally snapped and my hand went flying forward, not ready for that action, sticking the knife into the steering wheel. I opened the door quickly and jumped out. I quickly lost my balance falling over, my head spinning from the crash. I stood up, gripping the door for dear life, my head spinning. I stood there a minute or so before I got my surroundings and managed to stand without my head feeling as if it was made of helium. I slowly but steadily made my way over to the little sports car in front of me, glass cutting the bottoms of my bear feet.