Alright, so here's part two of that snippet thingy.
I was sitting on the curb, getting questioned by this scrawny uniformed man. His parents must have paid for the Police Academy to pass him cause he looked like no help on the force.
“Can you tell us how did this all happened?” I heard all the officers ask us in unison. I heard various responses plus the over dramatically impression of sobbing from Daisy.
Officer Karnes (from what his name plate read) was staring at me, trying so hard to see though the huge blanket they gave me. It was pretty pointless given the fact it had to be 87 degrees outside.
“Well, James the driver grabbed for my bag, taking his eyes off the road. Then we ran into the tree.” I looked over at the van. Poor thing. It was being pulled onto a tow truck back.
“I see.” he made a remark towards my boobs and I got offended so I blew up.
“Look here, so called ‘officer’. It was all his fault, I mean my boobs aren’t for anyone to die for. Plus that was a very nasty remark, seeing that you never really got your certificate. You small perverted phony.” I got up from the curb and gave him the finger. He just stood there and hung his head. He knew it was the truth.
I threw the huge wool blanket on the ground, walking to Margret. I looked over my shoulder and saw Frank on a stretcher, five EMS workers struggling to lift his 235 pound ass into the ambulance. His other pastime was being a wrestler like his past fathers. Yet his dad never approved, he wanted Frank to become a superior car salesmen like himself and soon own Thomas & Jassadoe Auto.
“Ma’m have you had a shock test?” Another scrawny firefighter held his huge gloved hand in front to my face.
“No, but I’m alright.” I pushed his hand to the side and sat on the curb with Margret.
“Wow, James’ is a dumb ass. He wrecked the van and put everyone’s lives in danger. I really can’t believe. It.” Margret spoke in a soft tiny voice. To the point that my ear was gently pressing against her lips.
“Sorry, but yeah. Hopefully Mr. Sanchez won’t take the missing time out of our checks.” I elbowed her. She just looked around the street, pinpointing on his one EMS worker. He was very decent looking. Soft ginger locks of hair he pushed out of his eyes every slight move. He was patting Daisy on the back, handing her countless tissues. Daisy was eating up all the attention and began to sob even louder.
I got this hard ping in the left side of my brain, causing me to groan and rub my temples.
“You alright?” Margret still had that huge piece of cloth on her back. I looked up and I could see the countless beads of sweat slowly making their way down her impressively high cheekbones. I was straining to make words but my mouth became dry. Soon I heard a small voice inside my head.
Maybe I can take this blanket home and let mammy use it. She always get the shivers during this season. Answer me Julie.
“It’s Amber, and I don’t think they’ll care if you take it home. They literally shave it off a ox’s back.” My throat as scratchy but yet I said it.
“What?” Margret shot up from the curb, letting the blanket clunk to the ground.
“How’d y-y-you know what I was thinking?” She wiped her fingers across her forehead, making sure she wasn’t going crazy.
“Margret, I have no idea. I’m sorry if I frightened you. I don’t know what’s up with me. Must be my nerves or something.” I reached my hand out for her shoulder. She jerked away quickly, reminding me of how I treated Ian this morning. My eyes start to sting but I held the tears back.
“I-I gotta go.” I start to run, running as fast as I can. I need to tell Ian what’s on my mind, no matter the consequence. I love him.
While running to Plenty, a car screeches in front of me. I jump of the way. My arms skidding across the hot concrete road. I’m only a danger to myself and others. I brush out the pebbles and lightly dab the blood with the corner of my shirt. A man steps out of the car and rushes to me, literally floating, like an angel. My head is still hurting badly. I raise my arm to rub it again, wishing for the pain to go away.
“I’m so sorry lady. You just came form nowhere and-oh my. Look at these bruises. Let’s get you to the doctor immediately.”
He hovers his hands across the scars, letting his warmth soothe me. I opened my eyes and there they were. Those big blue crystals you can never miss.
“Ian?” I reach out for his face as he held me up right.
“Amber?” He is in total shock. After all this running, I finally found him. Even through it took a car crash or two.
“I’m the one who should be sorry.” He places his index finger in front of my mouth. I swat it away, feeling the humid air hit my exposed cuts. I press my lips against his, feeling his passion rise through me. He kisses my back, with much force, almost knocking my down. But he’s got me in his arms.
Our lips were intact for a nice 4 minutes, until he scooped my into a cradle hold and put me in the passenger seat. He put my seatbelt across me, barely brushing across my boobs. I let out a soft giggle and kiss him again. Framing his soft baby face in my hands, caressing his prickly stubble that makes my fingers itch. I don’t’ care. I have no cares in the world. Nathan can‘t fill this boyfriend position, but Ian can.
I whisper in his ear, “I love you.” I see his cheeks turn a bright rose color and he shouts outside the car, “I love you too Amber. I’ve loved you for so long and now you’re mine! I love you too.” He holds a award winning smile across his face and his hands on his hips, showing of his fab junk-in-the-trunk and oh-so-cute fangs. He closes the car door and jumps into the driver seat. He kisses me one more time and accelerates on the gas.
“Now let’s go take care of that ‘boyfriend’.” His eyes were wide and full. I turn on the AC and crank up the stereo to some light rock station. An old ’Aerosmith’ songs starts blasting. Ian and me sing and head bang all the way to my apartment building.
This is what love is supposed to feel like. Like you want to be with this person. That you’re not chained to someone. Someone you don’t love or want to be with.
It is so right yet so wrong.
