Music For Cars

XXII

It felt so wrong but...I had to take one along with me in the car. I was well over the limit...more than likely to get pulled over...but we needed to get home. That's where she wanted to be.

"Are you sure you're okay to drive? I know I'm definitely not." (Y/N) snorted with drunken laughter, stumbling over her own feet as we made it to the car.

"Why so serious?" I opened her door, also tripping over my toes. 

"I don't wanna' die." She rolled her eyes lazily. I knew I was in for a vomit explosion in the morning.

"Come in the car, you'll have a great time." I insisted. In a drunken stupor she fell into the passenger seat, never buckling herself as always.

I felt the road fogging over, everything was dulled as I began driving. Backing out of the parking space was a challenge in itself. My vision moved slower than my eyes and my hands were shaking. My heart pounded as I died to try and not fuck up around her. My nerves built higher and higher as my fun side turned to anger as the sweat dripping off my forehead burned off of the alcohol. I ground my teeth and tightened my fists on the steering wheel as her sobbing started to distract me.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" I shouted at her, easily losing focus on the swerving in front of me. Cars behind me were barely there, trying to avoid my recklessness.

"My dad is dead!" She screamed, nearly ripping her hair out.

"I'm sorry your dad's dead!" I shouted back at her.

"You have no right to be angry." She muttered. I growled lowly.

"I've lost most of my friends because of you!" I glared at her, feeling my wrists turn everywhere out of my control. 

"Well fuck me if you must." She angrily rested her head on the bumpy window. 

"Don't worry." I giggled devilishly at her. I swear alcohol made me some sort of emotional crazy person. "I plan on gluing myself to your bed." I leaned in to kiss her, not paying attention.

The headlights in front of me beamed. I felt like I was in heaven as her lips softly caressed mine. It was as if we weren't in a car but back at home in my bedroom, watching movies again as if Chris was still clueless about all of this...maybe even that first day when I picked her up from the airport. 

"RICKY!" (Y/N) left my lips and let out a blood-curdling scream. My eyes flashed back to the road. Everything fell into slow motion.

I spun the car around, those headlights went out as soon as the metal clashed together. There was a shattering glass sound...it was a terrible sound. My eyes squeezed shut as I pushed my head down. I felt my body slip from the belt that secured me and my body crashed through the already broke windshield...I was on the ground with her.

The next thing I knew I was on a stretcher in the pouring rain. My arm was shattered and my head was slightly hemorrhaging as a paramedic stitched me up, a sting to the nerves. For some reason, I didn't feel scared.

"Where's...where's (Y/N)?" I asked him.

"Your passenger?" The man asked. "I'm sorry to say but she's not here any longer." 

"What?" I gave him a panicked look, pushing the man's hand aside.

"You'll also be spending a few nights in jail after you heal up..." He gave me an angry look.

Gone? What the hell does that mean? What if what they're saying is true?