Page 133 of Retribution

She’s going to be okay.

“Tell her I lo–”

The car on the other side of the road blares its high beams at me and I beep my horn at them for them to stop, my vision becoming incapacitated. The car behind me shines their high beams, I’m assuming at the other car and the inside of my car lights up, the ability to see, completely removed.

I panic and press my breaks, knowing the turn off is coming off, just a few more seconds and the car will have passed.

“Reed?” is the last thing I hear before my car begins to lose control.

The wheels spin and I desperately try to regain control, but the downpour eradicates my efforts. I reach for my seat belt, realizing I hadn’t put it on and–

Indie

I bounce my leg up and down impatiently, the rain heavy and the winds beginning to pick up.

C’mon Reed, where are you?

A red Audi pulls up next to me and I notice the familiarity of the man getting out. Harry pulls open the driver side door and I wrap my arms around his neck as he wraps his hand around the back of my head.

“Indie, we have to go.” He ushers me out of my car.

“What, what’s going on?” I ask, a newfound worry fills my mind.

“I think something bad has happened to Reed.” My body sets itself on fire and my adrenaline keeps me alive.

“C’mon.” I say, climbing into the passenger side of his car as he starts up the engine.

We race out of the car park as the route we begin to drive becomes recognizable, it’s headed to Reed’s office.

Just as we’re about to pull onto the main interstate, the blue and red flashing lights grabs our attention and Harry heads straight for it.

My heart sinks.

My eyes are wide in fear as we near the wreckage, the car I know all too well is upside down, on its roof. The second he stops, I dart out of the car, pushing through the emergency services, calling his name.

My legs burn with the pace I’m running, my chest heaves with every breath but not from running. There is glass everywhere, cops, firefighters, and EMT’s with equipment laid out on the floor.

The rain soaks into my hoodie and my sweats, the coldness of it not affecting me in any way from the heat of my core. My hair sticks to my face as I run, my tears conjoining with the pellets of rain. The mixed voices of the emergency services drown out as my focus is fixated on the vehicle.

I slow as I come up to the car, the police tape surrounding it and I see a pool of blood on the ground, next to where the driver side door used to be.

I sink to my knees before it, pressing one hand to the soaked pavement and one hand covers my mouth as I sob uncontrollably. My throat aches and my heart throbs, I have never ever felt pain like this in my life.

I feel as if every nerve ending in my body is being sliced into slowly to preserve the pain, make it last for as long as possible for ultimate torture.

“Ma’am.” Someone places a light hand on my shoulder but I can’t face them.

I can’t process the fact that in the past two weeks I’ve lost everything. Absolutely everything. There is no words to describe the epitome of this vicious heartache.

Do people really die of a broken heart? Because I feel like I’m about to.

“Ma’am.” The person repeats and I turn my head towards them sharply, furious at the fact I’m sat here as a grieving widow and some fucker doesn’t have the decency to grant me his patience.

“Are you a family member of the driver?” He asks kindly, but I couldn’t care less right now.

“Wife.” I grit, my knuckles pressing into the gravel, inflicting some degree of pain to help numb the emotional one.

“The gentleman is in the ambulance being checked over by the crew, if you’d like to see him.”

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