The night was ending in a way I hadn't wanted or expected it to.
I hadn't expected Max to show up, but in a way I guess I did. I knew he was money hungry, but I didn't think he would risk a public appearance to try to get it quicker. The boys had obviously been oblivious to the danger that was at the fight tonight, but Dan obviously hadn't been. I really should have been up front with the whole situation with him, but instead Louis and Zayn found out and none of us had even bothered to tell him after that either.
Dan was unbelievably pissed, Zayn being Zayn was trying to contain it all, and Louis- I know I hurt him. I could feel the overwhelming sense of sadness fill the car after getting him to leave. I just couldn't take letting all my emotions go at once in front of him, not again.
The only way to make it in this world was to stay strong and having all these ties to each of the boys was not helping me do that at all. I was getting way to close to these boys, I was losing all the strength and the walls I had taken so long to built up were starting to come down. Being with them softened my personality and, as much as I enjoyed it in the heat of the moment, I couldn't let myself have that with the life I led.
I needed to gain back the hard exterior I had built for myself over all this time. However, if that's what I wanted, I would have to go back to pushing people away the people that cared about me deeply. I didn't like the thought of it, but in a way I didn't have much of a real choice in the matter.
So, here I am; driving aimlessly, but towards home, alone with nothing but stress consuming me. I drove aimlessly on the back roads, hoping to clear my head, but not even that worked. Despite the cold air hitting me as I drove with the window open, I found it relaxing and leaned my head on one arm, steering with the other. The whole "be alone to think things out" thing just isn't working for me, I should have at least talked to Louis instead of dismissing him so plainly.
Don't stress, you got the money. That's all that matters.
I let that thought go through my head a couple times before it actually began to sink in. I took a deep breath and felt my chest get lighter, a little of the stress melting away as I let out the breath. The light up ahead turned red and I slowly brought the truck to a stop, taking the moment to sit back and relax.
I looked over and, for a second, I thought I saw Louis walking down the street to my right. Just as I leant forward to get a better look the light above me turned green and I was forced to move ahead.
That wasn't Louis. You're just seeing things now. I told myself scornfully.
I shook myself off mentally and focused on the road. My house wasn't that far from the fight, maybe a little less than 45 minutes away. I just had one more turn and a bridge to cross before I could be home and sleep. Knowing I could be home in less than 10 minutes made me feel a lot better and I longed to be there already, snuggled up in bed.
With a sigh I pulled myself away from all the stressing thoughts and put both hands on the wheel as the sharp turn to the bridge came up. To my left I saw a car coming from the other side of the street, but thought nothing of it as I took the turn. Suddenly, as I turned, I saw headlights brighten, filling the vision of my left peripherals and the sound of a loud horn fill my ears.
I tried to move my truck out of the way, but I had little time to react as the vehicle slammed into the side of my truck and I was forcefully flipped upside down. Glass shattered and flew around me everywhere as I heard the metal of the truck crunch and my truck hit the ground. My head hit the steering wheel just before the airbag was released and it sent me flying back into my seat, my neck cracking once or twice from the sudden impact. When everything stopped moving, I was suspended upside down in my seat, my body pushing up against the restricting seat belt.
"Fuck." I exclaimed quietly, feeling my body ache with pain as it hung upside down loosely. I looked down at myself and felt the truck rock a little bit. I slowly looked out of the passenger's window and saw that my truck was balancing on the edge of a very steep hill. I struggled to look down below it, but I had a feeling that what was down there would not be comforting to me. Slowly, again, I looked down and examined myself.
My arm had definitely broken in the impact, it being covered in glass and blood and bent at an unnatural angle down by my left side. My legs were stuck down under the dash near the pedals, but I could still feel them both screaming with pain. In a much expected way, my entire body was covered in glass and the blood that pooled around it.
I held my neck with my uninjured arm as I looked up and struggled to look out of my smashed windshield. When I looked up the blood rom my neck rushed down my chin and into my eyes, making it very difficult to see. Judging on how bad I looked, I was lucky to be alive, I just couldn't feel most of it at this moment.
I tried to blink the red from my eyes, but was unsuccessful. I was getting really dizzy as I could barely make out two figures walking towards my truck.
That's when it all went black.
(A/N I know that the last had a bit of a cliffhanger, and I wanted it to be that way. I want you to question how his all plays out. You will not be disappointed, that I can guarantee. You may not like some of the events that take place, but it will all make sense soon enough. I want your feedback. Hell, you can even scold me for the two cliffhangers in a row. Mwahaha. ;) ily an I'll be updating the next chapter soon.)