Page 51 of Love and War

My brain told me over and over again.

“I do love you, Aziza,” I heard him say before I shoved myself into the car, moving on autopilot. I peeled out of the driveway, going back home. Back to my cold bed, where I could cry my feelings out.

Turning left, I tried my best to clear my mind, just until I got home at least. Then lights appeared in my windshield, nearly blinding me from the road.

“Dick,” I muttered under my breath. When the lights never turned down, or they didn’t just go around me, I slowed down even more, trying to hint at them to just go around, I didn’t have the patience to deal with crazy drivers right now.

Suddenly, everything happened too fast, yet everything was in slow motion. The road curved. I tried jerking the wheel but the car behind me sped up, stopping my car from being able to turn. I slammed on my brakes, but it was too late. The road ended and my car fell down the hill, rocks and bushes smacking against the side of my car.

My heart dropped as I know what’s at the end of this hill.

The lake.

I turned the wheel, slamming on my brakes again, trying to slow myself down, but it didn’t do anything. A large tree appeared in front. I could either turn my wheel and miss it or smash directly in front of it.

I barely had time, yanking the wheel as hard as I could before I missed the tree. My ears rang at the sound of my windows smashing and metal breaking.

The car stopped moving, and my head ached as I realized I was now hanging at a weird angle. The last thing I heard was the rain hitting against the car before everything fell dark.

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Killian

Istood,watchingAzizabacking up towards her car. The rain has soaked my entire body, and mud covered my shoes and pants.

“I do love you, Aziza.” The words rushed out of me. But that didn’t stop her from driving off. The red lights faded away. I don’t know what I could do to make her believe me, to understand that I wasn’t going anywhere.

But you haven’t done anything.

Of course, I haven’t. I’ve fucked her, but that’s about it. I haven’t shown her that no matter what she’s still the same girl to me. That I still love her, no matter what she might think.

I don’t know how long I stood there, being a dumbass. Instead, I should be going after her, making her understand.

Getting into my SUV, I sped down the dirt road, but it was empty. She couldn’t have gotten that far that fast, could she? I mean, I know she’s upset, I know she’s hurt, but she couldn’t have been speeding that fast. Not without getting hurt.

The pure thought of her hurt and alone was sending me into a rage. She would’ve called me if something happened, right?

Unless she couldn’t.

The sickening feeling hit me the moment I saw muddy tire tracks on the curve of the road. The emptiness hit my stomach as I threw the gear into park before running out.

“AZIZA!” I yelled, my voice echoing around the trees. “Fuck,” I muttered.

My feet sloshed around the mud as I tried my best not to slip and fall on my ass. I could see the distant outline of her car, forcing my feet faster. The sickening feeling grew worse and worse as I saw her car upside down, glass smashed everywhere.

I scrambled down to the back of her car, praying she was okay. That she wasn’t hurt.

“Aziza.” My voice cracks.

No sound, nothing but the rain against the metal of the car. I glanced around, dents along both sides of the car, glass laying around, the hood destroyed.

Scrambling down to the driver side, I screamed, “AZIZA!”

Then I saw her, hanging halfway out of her seat. Her head laid against the bent steering wheel, her arms hanging next to her head, and her blonde hair soaked in blood hanging in her face.

“No, no, no, no,” I chanted. Reaching into my pocket I grabbed my phone, calling 911.

I spun around, frantically looking for anything that could help me get her out.

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