Chapter EightI jump to the side.
The minivan slams into the street light I was just leaning against.
The screech of metal decimating plastic assaults my ears, and the scent of burned rubber scorches my nostrils.
Unblinking, I stare as the minivan’s front turns into an accordion under the pressure and tilts the lamppost toward me.
With a metallic groan, the base of the lamppost detaches from the pavement and falls like a chopped-down tree.
I jump away a second before the one-way sign attached to the lamppost has a chance to cleave through my neck.
Panting, I stare at the wreckage in front of me in disbelief.
Did this just happen?
And what the hell was wrong with that driver?
Realizing the i***t might be in bad shape, I pull out my phone with unsteady fingers and dial 911 to report
