This is for the weekly picture prompt from Ermilia’s Blog
How many times can one fail at this? The rain bit into my clothes, but I barely felt it past the pain. A man sat hunched over me, but I tried to ignore him.
“Hey! Why did you jump in front of my truck? Can you hear me?”
His hands were warm on the sides of my face. I hope he didn’t mind my tears. I looked to the left where his truck had slid off the road. I guessed he was going to care more about that in a second.
Someone came to a stop. I had to go. I had to disappear before anyone came.
I tried to roll over, but he pinned my shoulders to the ground.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said.
“Get your damn hands off me.” My heart rate accelerated. Well it was good to know I still had one.
“Oh my God, I know you, you’re the–”
“Shut up. Did you call the cops?”
“I’ll pay you a grand if you get me outta here.”
“You need to go to the hospital.”
“Take me to another town, and I will double the amount.”
He looked me over. I could tell from his attire and his truck he needed the money.
“Do you feel any pain in your neck or back,” he asked.
“No, just my left arm—“
“Hey do you guys need help, Should I call the police,” asked a woman who from the car. She had yelled from the lowered window of a shiny Bentley.
“No, we already did,” he said.
“Oh okay, have a good night,” said the woman. What an idiot. Well in my favor thank God she was an Idiot.
“I’m going to pick you up.”
I gritted my teeth and nodded my head.
“Don’t think you can just buy me off,” he said as he gently raised me, “After the hospital you’re going to explain everything.”
We’ll see about that…