I reach a gas station, just south of town. I see a beautiful girl working at the counter. She’s about my age. She has long, flowing black hair with a red streak down the right side. As she’s checking out the person at the cash register, she stops and notices me. As much as I don’t want to, I find myself walking towards the gas station.
It’s a Circle K gas station. A big red and blue K is above the gas price which currently shows $2.65 for unleaded. That information would be useful to me if I had a car. Instead, I rely on these two legs to get me where I need to go. There’s a reason I don’t have a car.
You see, I got put on house arrest because I totaled my dad’s car. It was an accident. Well, more of an accident waiting to happen. I was at this party…
My friend Kyle lives on the east side, the rich side, of town. He lives in a bi-level house with lots of windows. Inside there are lots of people holding red cups in their hands, dancing and talking. I was sitting under the table in the kitchen slamming down some beers.
“You good down there, bro?” Kyle laughed. He was an athletic kid; on the football team. He could have any girl he wanted, and he did. He was a spoiled brat, but he let me get in on the money he made off selling his Xanax. His parents were divorced so he used the “I have anxiety” card and his doctor believed him. Put him on Xanax, just like that.
Everything was spinning. I looked at my phone. 1:46AM. I laid there on the floor struggling to remember what day it is. I look at my phone again in my drunken stupor. Wednesday.
“Shit, dude! It’s a school night! I gotta go!” I raised up from the floor and slammed my head on the table. I knew deep down my dad wouldn’t notice I was gone. He really didn’t care how late I was out, even if it was a school night. I just knew I had to get home. Unfortunately, I had driven my dad’s 2015 blacked-out Jeep to the party. I felt comfortable enough to drive home. I did just that.
On the way home I noticed a white car following me. I didn’t know it, but I was swerving all over the road. Soon enough I saw the red and blue lights behind me. I put my foot on the accelerator and tried to get away. While I was looking out my rearview mirror trying to get away, I struck a light pole. That’s when shit hit the fan. I passed out cold as soon as I wrecked the Jeep.
I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. My dad nowhere to be found. My phone, M.I.A. No visitors. Just nurses pacing the hall floor and me in my room, all alone. I look over from the hospital bed and notice an IV in my arm. I lay there with my face scrunched in confusion, trying to figure out what happened.
An older nurse comes in and starts to make notes on my chart at the end of the bed. I watch her carefully.
“Excuse me,” I ask. She looks up from my chart. “Why am I here?” She smiled and showed her perfectly aligned, white teeth.
“Baby, you got in an accident. You were rushed here in an ambulance. They didn’t think you were gonna make it,” She looked at me in all seriousness. “Have you looked at yourself?” She asked. I wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean. She helped me to the bathroom so I could assess the damage.
My face was pretty banged up. I had about 5 stitches in my forehead. A lot of bruising. I was missing some of my teeth. I still wasn’t sure what happened. All I did know, is that I wished I could’ve died in this accident so I could be with my mom again.
As soon as the nurse got me back into bed, my dad comes storming into the room. He throws my cell phone at me and it hits my sternum in my chest.
“Good job, asshole.” was all he said and he walked right back out. I had a feeling this was the beginning of a great conversation that would come up later.