Collide

chapter 2 - Alison

Chapter 2

I open the door and saw Molly and Lenny standing there

“Good morning!” they both said cheerfully. Molly is wearing a denim short and blue tank top and tongs; Lenny is wearing a skinny jeans, a pink t-shirt and tongs (his gay by the way). While me, I’m still in my pj’s.

“Morning. C’mon in.” I said still sleepy.

They come in and sit on the couch immediately

“Tell us what happened yesterday Ali!” molly said.

“Well I already told you half of it.”

“Continue!” Lenny said, looking at me.

I told them that after the break up I was driving home, that I was driving fast and that i was crying that I didn’t even realize I was driving at the wrong lane.

“He dumped you!” Exclaimed Molly.

“No he didn’t, he broke up with me.” I try to defend.

“No Ali, he DUMPED you, no offence but he DUMPED you.”

Lenny smacks Molly in the head.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“Oh...honey” Lenny said giving me a hug. I know what’s Lenny’s talking about. “It’s okay.”

“Ali you know that crying plus driving equals accident, Very deadly!”

“Ha! Ha!” I said sarcastically

“I’m just trying to cheer you up Ali. So what’s that doctor talking about yesterday, his kinda hot you know, maybe you could get his phone number for me.” Molly said who’s now beside me, nudging me.

“Oh that! Well there were two people in the taxi. The driver died unfortunately, but luckily the passenger wasn’t, the cops can’t find anything from this guy to help them track down his family so they end up asking me if I can take care of him for a while.” I explain

“So what did you say?” Lenny asks, looking at me intently. Why is he looking at me like that?

“I feel responsible for the accident so...I said ‘yes’.”

“Aww...! You’re a good girl!” Molly exclaimed while pinching both of my cheeks.

“Molly....stop!” Trying to remove her hands.

She stops immediately. They stay for an hour and chat with me, Molly keep teasing me for the whole hour. Then after our long chat, they both kiss and hug me goodbye and go. I close the door and run to my room. There was a white fabric hanged on my slightly open closet door, curiosity make me walk towards the closet and open it. I saw my wedding gown, hanging inside my closet. I was supposed to wear it today right now. I should be walking at the aisle right at this moment. I started crying hard and collapse at the door way of my closet.

I’ve been crying now for hours and still can’t believe that I won’t be getting married today, this morning I felt horrible because of crying. I was crying for someone the wont cry over me. Probably right now his calling every guest we invited not to go. Then my phone ring, I look at the caller id. ‘It’s mom! I have to answer this.’

“Hey mom!” I great warmly.

“Hey honey, your father and I are very sorry on not attending on our only daughter’s wedding! So how was it.” My mom asks oblivious to what happened. I didn’t answer for a few moments. I need to tell them what happened or else...

“Honey? Are you still there?” Mom asks in a worried tone.

“Umm...yes!” trying so hard to sound happy.