Crash
358 Words
My sister jumped off the couch and began pacing.
“I can't take the suspense, did you die!”
I laughed but she looked at me dead serious.
“Are you a ghost?”
“What? Jaidyn, do you hear yourself?”
She sat back down.
“I'm sorry, continue.”
There I was handcuffed in the back of a police car watching two grown men fight over the driver's seat.
Don't get me wrong, I've seen plenty of fights for chairs; I have three siblings. But this one was the most intense I've ever had the non-pleasure of seeing. (That's saying a lot considering my brother and Jaidyn had a fist fight over the passenger seat once.)
Motorcycle man leapfrogged over Zedo and pulled a pistol from the bag strapped over his shoulder. I was really getting tired of guns.
Zedo clasped the barrel with both hands and wrestled it up towards the roof.
Meanwhile no one was driving and we had drifted from our lane to the other side of the highway.
A white tractor trailer was driving straight at us with an evil glint in it’s bright headlights. The driver blared the horn and it was almost louder than me.
I shrieked at the top of my lungs as it got closer and closer.
Zedo kicked cowboy-boots-boy in the gut and they simultaneously dropped the g*n. It rolled underneath Zedo’s legs landing below the brake pedal. He gunned the gas and spun the steering wheel.
We all held our breath praying it was enough. Miraculously the truck only clipped the driver's side taking out a headlight and the other front door, somehow I still had all of mine.
We rounded the bend and a bridge ahead slow down sign laughed viciously at us, knowing its instructions were impossible. Our brake was blocked by a g*n. So we just full speed flew around the corner.
Apparently our hitchhiker had no obligation to Zedo for saving his miserable life because he unbuckled him and yanked on his uniform pulling him from the seat. Zedo grasped biker dude's arm and together they fell backwards into the Delaware river.
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