Everything that's broke
Leave it to the breeze.
Why don't you be you..
And I'll be me.
~Let It Go
James Bay
When we make it to the car, the crisp air fills my lungs, and I am grateful that I can finally be out of the hospital. Parker opens the door of a black Camaro and my jaw drags the ground below me as I am mesmerized by his car. He places me inside and gently wraps the seat belt around me. The pressure of the seat belt on my broken ribs hurts, but I don't mention it to him because the stress lines are evident already on his forehead.
"We only have about two hours before we have to be there, I think we will have just enough time to stop in London to get you a change of clothing."
I nod, and inhale the new car smell along with the hint of his cologne. The scent is heavenly blissful and it takes away most of my worries even though the fact that Parker is part of the group that tried to kill me.
"Why are you helping me if you were with William?"
He peers over at me through slitted eyes for a second before raking his hand through his perfect hair. The road is flying past us as he speeds in and out of the traffic. Headlights are blending with the disappearing sun.
"I left." Simply stated, but I need more than that Parker.
"Why?"
"I didn't like how he treated you with no mercy. He has never done that before. He usually shows some sort of sympathy for girls; guys not so much, but he has never done physical harm like he did you. I think his power is too much."
"Okay, if you aren't going to tell me what you mean by 'power'," I air quote, "then could you please not mention it. My head is still spinning from the other night, and I am still disappointed in you."
He inhales a sharp breath and rapidly taps his finger on the steering wheel. "Why?" He says agitated.
"You were the last thing I remember seeing before I went out. Parker, you turned your back on me. How am I suppose to trust you won't do that again? To be honest, I shouldn't be in your car right now." By the time I finish, I am out of breath and the look on Parker's face hurts my heart even more.
"Did you ever think I had to look away because I knew if I tried to fight back your injuries would be worse? Did you not think I had to fight my own internal battle on whether or not it was worth trying to run at him and push him off to save you? Huh, Jamie?!" Silence. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
He continues to veer in and out of the rapidly increasing traffic before a silver Mercedes pulls into our lane at last second. Parker slams on his brakes and lays on the horn, but it is too late. We clip the front end of the Mercedes and send debris from the rapid impact everywhere. A stray piece demolishes the front windshield of our car, yet instead of slowing down, Parker lays on the gas pedal even more and we accelerate into the traffic at almost 160 kilometers.
