Short Stories

The-Not-So-Merry-Go-Round (Part Two - Cassandra)

The-Not-So-Merry-Go-Round

Today is going to royally suck. The brat called me old. As if a sixty-year old would be wearing Prada and Jimmy Choo! Ian was dragging me to some disgusting, tacky old carnival to baby sit the brat. I slapped on my best fake smile, although when I saw Ian laughing I could not help but turn the smile real. He always made me smile, there's just something about him that makes me go all weak at the knees.

I managed to avoid spending all my time with the little monster. While she was spending time on the rides I would have some time alone with Ian, who always seemed to know how to make both me and Alice happy. After a large amount of harassment from the brat, which might I add was not a cute as Ian seemed to think it was, we all ended up on the merry-go-round. It was just as awful as I thought it would be. Full of snotty nosed kids as well as a clear inch of dirt everywhere. Yet the sight of Ian trying to cram his tall muscular body into a tiny fire engine built for five year olds soon had me forgetting about my awful surroundings by putting me in a fits of laugher.

The day past a little bit quicker after that, with mind-boggling amounts of giggles. I ended up falling flat on my face coming off the tea cups later in the day. Breaking the heels of my Jimmy choos. It's needless to say that I was not amused. For some reason though the other two found it incredibly funny. Even more so when I went over to a stand and had to buy some clown shoes to replace my broken ones. This had them rolling around the floor in laughter. I even found the funny side of this.

Surprisingly it was closing time when we left the carnival. Daddy was going to go ape if he knew I had been gone all day and into the night with Ian. It would soon show him though that he can't cut my weekly allowance by £1000. Ian still insisted on getting me home in time though. I found it so sweet that my bad boy boyfriend was trying to get in my daddy's good books.

Ian was tearing it down the narrow roads taking the turnings at 60mph. It happened so fast, the whole thing is all a blur to me. One minute Alice has recounting the day in the back seat the next she was screaming as the car spun out of control and smashed into a tree. Milliseconds after the impact the front of the car erupted in to flames. I took one panicked look as Alice to make sure she was okay as she was crying in the backseat and turned my attention to Ian who was making no noise at all. I felt sick rise in my throat. He had glass all over him; cutting deep into his chest and arms, even in some places his face. That was when I noticed the driver's side of the windscreen had smashed. What disturbed me most of all was Ian's eyes: they were open, and lifeless. I sat there, the flames creeping over the car, in a state of utter shock.

Finally Alice's screams brought me out of shock. I got my senses together and dragged her away from the car, the flames and Ian. She was in hysterics by the time the emergency services got there. She did not understand why Ian was not out of the car with us. How could I tell her that her brother is dead? I knew it was too late as the fire fighters frantically tried to put the flames out. Ian was already dead.

The police officer keeps asking me what happened, they want to know. I just don't know what to tell the. I have no idea what happened. One minute everything was fine the next BANG, game over, you loose. All the police care about is what happened. They don't seem to care that Ian is dead and all I come away with is a few bruises.

I can no longer stand staring at the burning car, I took Alice's hand and lead her to the ambulance. Ian would want her checked over to make sure she was okay, he is so protective of her. Correction he was so protective of her. I walked away from Ian in my clown shoes promising that I would look out for her and treat her like my own sister. Ian thought the world of her and I would not let him down. I love him and I would never forget him.