Anita knew that if he didn’t think
twice about cheating on her the first time, it would be much easier for him to
do it again. Besides, how could she say that this was the first time? Forcing
herself to think poorly of her ex didn’t make her feel any better, or make her
hurt any less.
Anita’s thoughts shattered into
incomprehensible mush when she heard the loudest honk ever. She whipped around
to see where it came from. Instead of being down the street or on the other
side of the road, it was a vehicle that was heading straight for her.
She realized then, she was no
longer on the sidewalk; no longer surrounded by strangers walking along the
same path. Her eyes widened with fear, not able to react in any other way while
in such a state of shock.
How hadn’t she noticed that she had
stepped off the kerb? She became paralyzed at the thought of turning into road
kill. Her first thoughts after that realization were all morbid; she is too
young to die, too pretty to die, and too smart to die by being such an idiot.
One thought then replaced
everything else as she gazed into the speeding truck’s headlights: She was
going to die. There was no doubt about it. She surrendered herself to that
fate, though she still managed to take a startled step back. Again the
vehicle’s horn blared at her, a deafening sound that made her body shake, but
she remained frozen. There was nothing she could do but wait for the
inevitable. Finally, she managed to force her eyes shut, no longer wishing to
see the incoming vehicle. She opened her pink lips to scream, but no sound
came. Maybe she’d already been hit; her voice had been knocked out of her.
Her world seemed to topple over,
and everything, for a moment, went black. There was no faint light in a tunnel
seen from beneath her closed eyelids. Had she died? Was it over already? She
hadn’t sensed anything at all.
She realized that wasn’t the case
when her hearing returned, hearing the echo of the horn screaming at her. The
sound of screeching tires erased all the city’s other sounds beneath its urgent,
terrifying squeal. Anita couldn’t feel anything more than her hair thrashing
around her, and it was like she was alone in the centre of a storm. Anita
didn’t know how much time passed, but finally her hair stilled and she sensed
her side crumple against something-the ground; it was like a year had passed.
She was dead, either everything was
broken, or she was out of it. Time would tell.
She realized then, the force that
knocked her away wasn’t the steel frame of the vehicle; instead she felt
another person’s arms around her, a familiar sensation, like the ghost of a
memory. Her weight fell on top of his body when they both crashed into the edge
of the street. she heard a masculine grunt when they landed.
But as quickly as her savior's arms were around her, they
were gone.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)
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