Authors: Yara Greathouse
Unavoidable (18 page)
“Also, even though I have never had a serious relationship with anyone, being with
you is so natural to me. You make it easy. You make me want more.” I can’t peel my
eyes away from hers. “You have me now. I’m not going anywhere and I won’t let go.”
I grab the back of her neck and pull her towards me, putting everything I feel into
the meeting of our lips. Her lips open to receive mine. Our tongues start an age-old
dance, I just can’t get enough. I shift my body so that I can use my other hand to
pull her body against mine. She straddles me and pulls away.
“Good try, Colton, I do need to finish this massage or you will be in a lot of pain
tomorrow.”
“I will worry about that tomorrow, right now I want you too much. You’re already in
the right spot, why don’t you move a little…” I start to sway my hips, then grab her
oily hands and lace my fingers with hers. She laughs heartily so I move my hands slowly
above my head while holding hers, causing her body to move down, towards mine. I connect
my lips to hers one more time and feel her rocking her hips, matching my rhythm, and
unintentionally, we move closer to healing each other’s emotional wounds.
Brianna
Colton is asleep and now I can ‘creepy stare’ at him. His messy hair is everywhere,
but somehow it makes him look more attractive than he normally is. Must be the innocence
in his relaxed features. His eyelashes are thick and long, almost touching his cheeks.
He has perfect ears. Some people have small ears, others big. Then there are those
few whose ears are crooked or stand out as if being pulled by invisible cables. Colton’s
are just perfect. His eyebrows are as wide as my thumb, but trimmed. Hmm, good habits.
They are also black to match his hair flawlessly. His jaw has that five o’clock shadow
of beard growth that I love so much. I enjoy feeling it scratch against my lips, down
the sides of my neck and all the way to the insides of my thighs… Which makes me take
a closer look at those heavenly lips. They are plump and generous… When they are on
my skin, it’s as if his lips are ablaze, burning my skin with his desire.
Shit!
Now I have goose bumps all over my body. I’m shameless. I just had sex with the guy
and all I can think of is when can I have him again?
Slowly, so I don’t wake him, I get up to use the restroom. I see a white t-shirt casually
thrown on the towel rack. I grab it and place it against my nose. It smells like Colton.
Putting it on, I head to the kitchen to get a drink and something to eat.
As I pass by the living room, I notice Traxx is asleep on the couch. That’s odd. Why
would he be on the couch when he as a fully furnished bedroom? Maybe he was watching
the TV and fell sleep. I wonder what time Ciara left for home. I find a Coke in the
refrigerator and one slice of cheese; seriously, this is bachelor-ville. As I pass
by the sink, I notice Ciara’s car still in the driveway. Where the hell is she? Here?
Unless… Oh shit! I better not be right about this…
I run back to Colton’s room, and hastily look for my phone and type up a text.
Brianna: Hey chick, where the fuck r u?
Nothing.
I take my cheese slice and fold it into four tiny squares. I munch on the cheese while
I look outside Colton’s window. I’m silently thankful that Colton is snoring lightly,
I cannot stand total silence. It unnerves me. My phone buzzes. Fucking finally.
Ciara: I’m not too far.
Brianna: WTF? Where exactly is that? And don’t try to sugar coat it.
Ciara: Get your fucking mind out of the gutter. Traxx offered his bed and then left
the room saying that he would sleep on the couch. He was sweet.
Brianna: Need I remind you that Traxx is a major man-whore and all he wants is to
conquest pussy? Do I need to find a chastity belt for you? I will even spare additional
$ to get the kind with the little holes so you can pee comfortably. :/
Ciara: Shut the fuck up! You r so gross! I’m going back to sleep. C u in the AM.
Brianna: Open the door. We need to talk.
Ciara: No! I’m tired.
Brianna: I call bullshit!
We will see about that. A couple of minutes later, I’m in the hallway trying to figure
out which door is Traxx’s and which one belongs to Notso. I listen carefully before
I crack the first door on the right. There is a mountain on the bed, and last time
I checked Ciara was a tiny little thing, so it is safe to assume that this room belongs
to Notso.
I move to the door on the left, and open it without hesitation. Walking in, I sit
on the bed facing her. Ciara lifts her head and gives me an annoyed look.
“Nobody ever told you that ‘No’ means ‘No’”? She asks in a sarcastic tone.
“You know I get confused with the actual spelling and meaning of such complicated
words.” I move my arms like I’m a joker talking to the queen.
“Seriously Brianna, is that the best you’ve got? I thought I taught you better…”
“Look, Ciara, kidding aside, what is the deal with Traxx?”
“There is no deal. There is no fucking deal! I want to have a deal but can’t because
your royal ass-holiness Colton has
decreed
that I am off limits! Me! Can you believe the load of shit this is?”
“He is obviously just trying to protect you…”
“Protect me? Protect
ME
? All that he is going to achieve is making me spontaneously combust due to the amount
of sexual frustration I am carrying around! Have you looked at the testosterone samples
who live in this mother loving house? Can you blame a girl for wanting to rub her
va-jay-jay against the magic sticks that are available? No, you cannot because you
already have a magic stick. Correction, you have a personalized magic stick with the
initials CH, which – coincidentally – do not stand for Colton Hensley, they stand
for ‘Coming Harder.’”
“Ciara you are over reacting…”
“Am not!”
I can’t hold back any longer and I start to giggle while Ciara is trying her damnedest
to push me off the bed. Then she slams her palms on the bed, making an ‘I give up’
gesture and starts to laugh.
“You know, Brianna, Traxx really acts different when it is just the two of us. He
acts like a real human being instead of the douchebag he tries to appear to be in
front of everyone else.”
“That is probably just an act to get you interested, and you should be ashamed that
it is working.”
“I know you are right. I just can’t help the way I feel. I find him so
interesting
…”
“Ciara, this is not the ‘Rod and Reel’ show. You need to drop it for your own good.
Yes, he can be sweet and charming, but is all part of the game he plays. You told
me that yourself.”
Ciara growls. “I know. I know. I will try harder. I will be better. It is not easy
to sleep in a bed that smells like him without engaging in some wanton behavior.”
She smiles and looks sadly at me.
I get up and start to walk towards the door. “Go ahead and engage yourself all you
want but stay away from Traxx. He is no good for you. Just remember that, okay?”
“Fine. Good night Brianna, and thanks for being my friend. I can always count on you
to bring me back down a few notches.” She smiles at me and I smile back. I turn to
leave the room, engaging the lock on my way out in case any one particular person
tries to come in. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
I walk to the restroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Everything seems to be
in order, so why do I feel so restless? Moving quietly to the empty side of the bed,
I take off the shirt and lay down facing Colton. Is this really happening? My boyfriend
is Colton-fucking-Hensley. When I decide to do something I obviously go big. He is
one of the most popular guys on campus. Can I allow myself to be happy? My life is
actually as I always dreamed it could be. I never thought I could be in a real relationship.
Colton thought the same thing, and now we fit so well together. Then again, all this
relationship stuff is new. He has been patient with me these last few days and has
not drilled me with questions that I can’t answer quite yet. Will I be able to avoid
telling him all the ugly details of my past?
There are no monsters under the bed or the closet, but they are out there lurking
within the shadows waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. I cannot be careless.
I will always look over my shoulder and must continue to be vigilant, because Jesse
is real and he will come after me when I least expect it.
The full moon is shining through the window, filling the room with dainty light. I
touch Colton’s warm hand and rub it calmly and softly. He barely opens his sleepy
eyes and smiles at me, then grabs my hand and pulls me closer. I lay my head in the
nook of his arm and breathe in his scent. I try to put all the plaguing thoughts about
Traxx and Ciara, magic sticks, monsters and whatnots aside. I decide that yes, at
this moment, I like my life very much and pray it will stay this way for a long time.
Chapter 15
Brianna
It has been almost a month and everything has been going great between Colton and
I. We have had plenty of fun within our group of friends and by ourselves. Lately
we have not seen each other as much as we want to because football season has started.
The guys have been overwhelmed with drills and practice. When they are finally free,
it’s late or they are too tired to do much.
Ciara has had a great time flirting with Traxx, much to Colton’s chagrin. It all has
been very tame. Traxx does behave more like a human than a dog when he is around Ciara,
but I have seen him in action outside our group and he is still the same ol’ Traxx.
Notso was also trying to get Ciara’s attention, but ever since Keagan has joined our
little group more regularly, Ciara and Notso have mostly become best buds. He really
is a great guy and we girls love him very much. There is also the little known fact
that Keagan is smitten with Notso, but I think he is afraid that Traxx will smother
him in his sleep if he makes a move towards his cousin. The looks that they give one
another are hilarious.
In the meantime, Ciara and I have become good friends with Keagan. She is a tiny roadrunner,
always doing something or participating in some kind of fundraiser that inevitably
we all wind up participating in. She is also a great cook and we meet at the guys’
place often where she displays her exceptional culinary skills. Ciara and I have learned
a lot from her, and it has helped us to stop eating out at fast food restaurants,
instead we eat more healthy stuff that we prepare ourselves.
Tonight we’re all going to a tailgate party before the Homecoming game. Carrie’s family
owns a huge camper trailer, and they invited us to come over, play games, hang out
and eat before kickoff. We are making a huge batch of potato salad to bring over and
share with everyone.
“I will boil the eggs as I’m sure I can’t mess that up. You guys can peel and cut
the potatoes.” Says Ciara with a big smile, like we are going to let her get away
with it.
“Ciara, there is a potato peeler for everyone, go ahead and grab one, because you
are not going to get away with doing only the easy job. If we get wrinkly hands from
potato juice, you’re gonna get wrinkly hands too.” I tell her and Keagan snickers
right behind me.
“Fine! But you know I hate peeling potatoes! It takes me twice the amount of time
to do one than what it takes you guys!”
“Ciara, that happens because you always try to do the easiest thing. The more you
do it, the easier it becomes.” Keagan tells her and Ciara rolls her eyes because we
all know she just didn’t want to do it.
“Sooo, Keagan, who taught you how to cook?” Ciara asks her.
“Our housekeeper, Tina. I was rather lonely after my mother left us, and I spent a
lot of time in the kitchen watching her do her thing. When I got a little older, she
would let me help her prepare our meals. I was able to learn all the basics of cooking
and baking, and while I am not a connoisseur in the kitchen, I can certainly handle
my own.” Keagan smiles proudly at us.
“How old were you when your mom left?”
“I was nine. One day she announced that she did not belong in the boondocks – meaning
our house outside of suburbia - and that she deserved better. The funny thing is that
she had everything she ever wanted. My daddy has always made plenty of money, so I
feel that was just a big fat lie. I don’t know what the real reasons were, and it
drives me crazy. My dad has never said one bad thing about her. So it makes me feel
inadequate, like we were just not good enough for her to want to stay.”
She looks down at the floor embarrassed and then moves to the stove to check the potatoes
and the eggs. I feel terrible for her and I wish I could just hug her tightly. Sometimes
a good meaningful hug makes it all better. I get closer to her and speak softly.
“Sometimes life is not kind, and most times we have to hurt deeply in order to find
out how strong and determined we really are. Bad things happen to a lot of us, but
it gives us purpose. It may not seem fair because during that time we are buried in
sadness, anger or whatever feelings we may be experiencing, it makes us lack the perspective
we need to create solutions. Those only come when we can step out of the dark hole
and look at the entire picture. There is always an alternate option. Always. Remember
that, and it will keep you from falling into the darkness once again.”
She stares at me, thinking it over and I notice her jaw tightening. Then the frown
magically goes away and she smiles kindly at me. “Thanks, Brianna, I never really
thought about it in those terms. I like it.” Her small smile now widens into a grin
stretching from ear to ear and I know she means it.
“My pleasure.” I nod my head and then take a deep bow similar to the ones given to
a queen and roll my arms. I am still standing next to Keagan getting the ingredients
ready, I bump her shoulder with mine and ask her a burning question. “Sooo, what is
the deal with you and Notso?” She gives me a shy smile and looks at me from the corner
of her eyes.
“Yeah, Keagan, what’s going on?” Ciara eggs her on. Suddenly, Keagan’s large green
eyes can’t seem to look at us. Her face changes from milky white skin to bright scarlet,
and I know we have hit a nerve. Keagan starts to fidget with her clothes, then stands
straight as a board.
“Well, it really is nothing. I wish there was something going on. I have been crazy
about that boy since high school but he never gives me the time of day. I don’t know
what to do about it.”
“I have a feeling that the time of day is not given to you because of a ‘best friend
double threat’ that is currently going on between all our boys.” Ciara and I give
each other a knowing look. Keagan looks at Ciara as if she wants to ask her something.
I continue to encourage her.
“Keagan, let me tell you something, girl… Notso is a damn good catch. The boy is sweet,
thoughtful and super good looking. If you want something with him, then give it all
you got. Don’t let anything or anyone chase you away.”
Keagan’s hands are now alternating between fists and stretching. “Ciara, I must confess
something, for a while there I thought you had an interest in Notso and he on you.”
Ciara’s eyes look surprised. She takes a deep breath and smiles. “But of course, who
wouldn’t want a piece of this!” her hand sweeps her body from head to toe and when
it comes back up, she flicks her hair in an over-the-top fashion, making us all laugh.
“But we have no control of our heart or our feelings. When you are committed to live
your life being true to yourself, you need to free your feelings in order to experience
all that life has to offer. If you try to control your feelings, there is no doubt
that the life you are living is merely a lie. In my case, my feelings are telling
me one thing, even though my friends are telling me another. I am afraid that my feelings
do not belong to Notso, as much as I logically know that he is the best choice for
me. My heart is driving me towards another.”
I have known Ciara for a very long time. Long enough to know this question has really
bothered her, even though she is trying to play it off. I make a mental note to talk
to Ciara in private about this. Right as I am finishing this thought, Ciara chimes
in and says “Music time!” She turns her iPhone speakers on and plays “Dark Horse”
by Katy Perry. We start dancing around the kitchen surrendering our thoughts to the
music and having some much needed innocent fun.
Brianna
We managed to arrive at the tailgate party just in time. Carrie came out to greet
us and we all complemented each other on our outfits, jewelry and sandals. The entire
campground is full of flags, banners and all things showing school spirit and sporting
the school colors: Orange and Navy. Doesn’t matter where you look, this is the color
scheme of the day.
Every girl grabs their handbags and a bag of groceries. We have brought the potato
salad, but also have drinks, alcohol, chips and salsa and mini chocolate candy bars.
The site is full of people engaged in different activities. Some are playing games,
some are watching games on these big screen TVs, some are eating, and then some are,
like us, are just talking but everyone is having a great time.
I love the fact that although our guys are members of the school’s football team,
they are not huge stars. That allows them more time to spend with us. College classes
already take a huge chunk of time away from us, then Colton has his football practices
and I have my job… But somehow we manage, and the best part is that it’s working for
us.
About an hour before game time, some of the people in our group decide to start walking
towards the stadium, which is about a mile away. We are chatting about everything
and anything, looking at the other tailgaters on the way and yelling and teasing back
and forth. I notice these two guys in a golf cart, trying to weave in and out of the
crowd.
“Those idiots are going to hurt somebody.” I tell the girls.
“If we see security, we need to bring it to their attention. There are too many kids
around here for them to be cutting through the crowd.”
We are walking through this small patch of grass where there are canopy tents setup
with people partying and having a great time, while trying to stay covered from the
hot sun. That’s when I hear the golf cart approaching once again from behind me. I
look back and all I see is the drivers eyes completely unfocused, and looking the
opposite way. He is headed straight for us.
I immediately snap out of it and push the girls out of the way, turning and yelling
at the driver. I can’t throw the knife I have on me, because I don’t want to kill
the guy! His face turns in my direction, and as soon as he sees me waiving my arms,
he jerks the wheel, turning the golf cart away from us and right towards the tents
full of people.
In slow motion, just like a scene straight from a terrible movie, we started yelling
towards the people under the tents, and amazingly, the golf cart evaded the first
row of tailgaters, but then maneuvered right into a canopy on the second row. You
would think that would have been the end of it but the damn canopy falls on top of
the golf cart and the runaway cart continues to move forward towards a ravine behind
the tents. I can hear the guys on the golf cart screaming amidst all the other spectators,
and while everyone else is standing there in shock or running away from the commotion,
my Army training kicks in and I run towards the problem.
When I get to the edge of the ravine, I find the golf cart at the bottom and the guys
have been ejected out of it. The sides of the giant ditch are full of rocks and branches
from shrubs that have tried to grow unsuccessfully under these perilous conditions.
I’m again grateful that I almost always wear jeans. I move down the slope swiftly
trying not to trip and bust my ass or fall on my face and scratch my eyes out with
all these twigs. I finally reach the first passenger, and when I check his pulse is
strong, so I smack his face a couple of times to see if he’ll regain consciousness.
“Hey! HEY! Can you move?” He whimpers in answer, and slowly looks at me. He attempts
to move his legs and arms.
“Yes, I’m okay… Where is Joe?” I’m going to assume that Joe is his friend, the driver.
Other people have come down the ravine and there are a couple of guys looking at Joe.
Their faces show panic when they look up screaming that Joe is bleeding and asking
for a doctor. I yell at them not to move the guy.
Brianna
It has been almost a month and everything has been going great between Colton and
I. We have had plenty of fun within our group of friends and by ourselves. Lately
we have not seen each other as much as we want to because football season has started.
The guys have been overwhelmed with drills and practice. When they are finally free,
it’s late or they are too tired to do much.
Ciara has had a great time flirting with Traxx, much to Colton’s chagrin. It all has
been very tame. Traxx does behave more like a human than a dog when he is around Ciara,
but I have seen him in action outside our group and he is still the same ol’ Traxx.
Notso was also trying to get Ciara’s attention, but ever since Keagan has joined our
little group more regularly, Ciara and Notso have mostly become best buds. He really
is a great guy and we girls love him very much. There is also the little known fact
that Keagan is smitten with Notso, but I think he is afraid that Traxx will smother
him in his sleep if he makes a move towards his cousin. The looks that they give one
another are hilarious.
In the meantime, Ciara and I have become good friends with Keagan. She is a tiny roadrunner,
always doing something or participating in some kind of fundraiser that inevitably
we all wind up participating in. She is also a great cook and we meet at the guys’
place often where she displays her exceptional culinary skills. Ciara and I have learned
a lot from her, and it has helped us to stop eating out at fast food restaurants,
instead we eat more healthy stuff that we prepare ourselves.
Tonight we’re all going to a tailgate party before the Homecoming game. Carrie’s family
owns a huge camper trailer, and they invited us to come over, play games, hang out
and eat before kickoff. We are making a huge batch of potato salad to bring over and
share with everyone.
“I will boil the eggs as I’m sure I can’t mess that up. You guys can peel and cut
the potatoes.” Says Ciara with a big smile, like we are going to let her get away
with it.
“Ciara, there is a potato peeler for everyone, go ahead and grab one, because you
are not going to get away with doing only the easy job. If we get wrinkly hands from
potato juice, you’re gonna get wrinkly hands too.” I tell her and Keagan snickers
right behind me.
“Fine! But you know I hate peeling potatoes! It takes me twice the amount of time
to do one than what it takes you guys!”
“Ciara, that happens because you always try to do the easiest thing. The more you
do it, the easier it becomes.” Keagan tells her and Ciara rolls her eyes because we
all know she just didn’t want to do it.
“Sooo, Keagan, who taught you how to cook?” Ciara asks her.
“Our housekeeper, Tina. I was rather lonely after my mother left us, and I spent a
lot of time in the kitchen watching her do her thing. When I got a little older, she
would let me help her prepare our meals. I was able to learn all the basics of cooking
and baking, and while I am not a connoisseur in the kitchen, I can certainly handle
my own.” Keagan smiles proudly at us.
“How old were you when your mom left?”
“I was nine. One day she announced that she did not belong in the boondocks – meaning
our house outside of suburbia - and that she deserved better. The funny thing is that
she had everything she ever wanted. My daddy has always made plenty of money, so I
feel that was just a big fat lie. I don’t know what the real reasons were, and it
drives me crazy. My dad has never said one bad thing about her. So it makes me feel
inadequate, like we were just not good enough for her to want to stay.”
She looks down at the floor embarrassed and then moves to the stove to check the potatoes
and the eggs. I feel terrible for her and I wish I could just hug her tightly. Sometimes
a good meaningful hug makes it all better. I get closer to her and speak softly.
“Sometimes life is not kind, and most times we have to hurt deeply in order to find
out how strong and determined we really are. Bad things happen to a lot of us, but
it gives us purpose. It may not seem fair because during that time we are buried in
sadness, anger or whatever feelings we may be experiencing, it makes us lack the perspective
we need to create solutions. Those only come when we can step out of the dark hole
and look at the entire picture. There is always an alternate option. Always. Remember
that, and it will keep you from falling into the darkness once again.”
She stares at me, thinking it over and I notice her jaw tightening. Then the frown
magically goes away and she smiles kindly at me. “Thanks, Brianna, I never really
thought about it in those terms. I like it.” Her small smile now widens into a grin
stretching from ear to ear and I know she means it.
“My pleasure.” I nod my head and then take a deep bow similar to the ones given to
a queen and roll my arms. I am still standing next to Keagan getting the ingredients
ready, I bump her shoulder with mine and ask her a burning question. “Sooo, what is
the deal with you and Notso?” She gives me a shy smile and looks at me from the corner
of her eyes.
“Yeah, Keagan, what’s going on?” Ciara eggs her on. Suddenly, Keagan’s large green
eyes can’t seem to look at us. Her face changes from milky white skin to bright scarlet,
and I know we have hit a nerve. Keagan starts to fidget with her clothes, then stands
straight as a board.
“Well, it really is nothing. I wish there was something going on. I have been crazy
about that boy since high school but he never gives me the time of day. I don’t know
what to do about it.”
“I have a feeling that the time of day is not given to you because of a ‘best friend
double threat’ that is currently going on between all our boys.” Ciara and I give
each other a knowing look. Keagan looks at Ciara as if she wants to ask her something.
I continue to encourage her.
“Keagan, let me tell you something, girl… Notso is a damn good catch. The boy is sweet,
thoughtful and super good looking. If you want something with him, then give it all
you got. Don’t let anything or anyone chase you away.”
Keagan’s hands are now alternating between fists and stretching. “Ciara, I must confess
something, for a while there I thought you had an interest in Notso and he on you.”
Ciara’s eyes look surprised. She takes a deep breath and smiles. “But of course, who
wouldn’t want a piece of this!” her hand sweeps her body from head to toe and when
it comes back up, she flicks her hair in an over-the-top fashion, making us all laugh.
“But we have no control of our heart or our feelings. When you are committed to live
your life being true to yourself, you need to free your feelings in order to experience
all that life has to offer. If you try to control your feelings, there is no doubt
that the life you are living is merely a lie. In my case, my feelings are telling
me one thing, even though my friends are telling me another. I am afraid that my feelings
do not belong to Notso, as much as I logically know that he is the best choice for
me. My heart is driving me towards another.”
I have known Ciara for a very long time. Long enough to know this question has really
bothered her, even though she is trying to play it off. I make a mental note to talk
to Ciara in private about this. Right as I am finishing this thought, Ciara chimes
in and says “Music time!” She turns her iPhone speakers on and plays “Dark Horse”
by Katy Perry. We start dancing around the kitchen surrendering our thoughts to the
music and having some much needed innocent fun.
Brianna
We managed to arrive at the tailgate party just in time. Carrie came out to greet
us and we all complemented each other on our outfits, jewelry and sandals. The entire
campground is full of flags, banners and all things showing school spirit and sporting
the school colors: Orange and Navy. Doesn’t matter where you look, this is the color
scheme of the day.
Every girl grabs their handbags and a bag of groceries. We have brought the potato
salad, but also have drinks, alcohol, chips and salsa and mini chocolate candy bars.
The site is full of people engaged in different activities. Some are playing games,
some are watching games on these big screen TVs, some are eating, and then some are,
like us, are just talking but everyone is having a great time.
I love the fact that although our guys are members of the school’s football team,
they are not huge stars. That allows them more time to spend with us. College classes
already take a huge chunk of time away from us, then Colton has his football practices
and I have my job… But somehow we manage, and the best part is that it’s working for
us.
About an hour before game time, some of the people in our group decide to start walking
towards the stadium, which is about a mile away. We are chatting about everything
and anything, looking at the other tailgaters on the way and yelling and teasing back
and forth. I notice these two guys in a golf cart, trying to weave in and out of the
crowd.
“Those idiots are going to hurt somebody.” I tell the girls.
“If we see security, we need to bring it to their attention. There are too many kids
around here for them to be cutting through the crowd.”
We are walking through this small patch of grass where there are canopy tents setup
with people partying and having a great time, while trying to stay covered from the
hot sun. That’s when I hear the golf cart approaching once again from behind me. I
look back and all I see is the drivers eyes completely unfocused, and looking the
opposite way. He is headed straight for us.
I immediately snap out of it and push the girls out of the way, turning and yelling
at the driver. I can’t throw the knife I have on me, because I don’t want to kill
the guy! His face turns in my direction, and as soon as he sees me waiving my arms,
he jerks the wheel, turning the golf cart away from us and right towards the tents
full of people.
In slow motion, just like a scene straight from a terrible movie, we started yelling
towards the people under the tents, and amazingly, the golf cart evaded the first
row of tailgaters, but then maneuvered right into a canopy on the second row. You
would think that would have been the end of it but the damn canopy falls on top of
the golf cart and the runaway cart continues to move forward towards a ravine behind
the tents. I can hear the guys on the golf cart screaming amidst all the other spectators,
and while everyone else is standing there in shock or running away from the commotion,
my Army training kicks in and I run towards the problem.
When I get to the edge of the ravine, I find the golf cart at the bottom and the guys
have been ejected out of it. The sides of the giant ditch are full of rocks and branches
from shrubs that have tried to grow unsuccessfully under these perilous conditions.
I’m again grateful that I almost always wear jeans. I move down the slope swiftly
trying not to trip and bust my ass or fall on my face and scratch my eyes out with
all these twigs. I finally reach the first passenger, and when I check his pulse is
strong, so I smack his face a couple of times to see if he’ll regain consciousness.
“Hey! HEY! Can you move?” He whimpers in answer, and slowly looks at me. He attempts
to move his legs and arms.
“Yes, I’m okay… Where is Joe?” I’m going to assume that Joe is his friend, the driver.
Other people have come down the ravine and there are a couple of guys looking at Joe.
Their faces show panic when they look up screaming that Joe is bleeding and asking
for a doctor. I yell at them not to move the guy.
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