"Dad's car!"
Mickey suddenly stopped, pointing to a car down the road. He seemed very excited and wouldn't move unless I looked with him, even though that just wasn't possible. It was still some distance, but I squinted to see if I could make out the license plate. It couldn't be, could it? Unfortunately my brother was right, as I also recognized the driver as my father. What the hell was he even doing out? He was supposed to still be in the hospital until tomorrow! Shaking my head, I decided to let him have a piece of my mind. Looking straight at him, I started to wave him down. No way he wasn't going to see me.
If only I hadn't distracted him.
Without warning, someone decided to run out tot he street without looking. Needless to say, my dad was still coming. For the first time in a very long time, I let out a scream as I watched the car hit the guy. It was like a movie was playing out in front of me, complete with the poor thing falling to the ground in a pool of his own blood.
A familiar voice snapped me back to reality, and to my horror I watched my father coming out of the car. He was obviously still injured, his walk having a bit of a limp as he went to see who he had hit. I narrowed my eyes at his unaware back. "God damn maniac, who the hell jumps out at a car like that...?!" His voice was slightly shaken, but he seemed more concerned then anything.
"Eva...is...is Daddy going to jail...?" Mickey asked me quietly, grasping my hand tightly. "That guy...he's bleeding...really bad..."
Biting my lip, I tightened my grip of my brother's hand. Looking both ways and ensuring I didn't end up like my father's roadkill, I quickly crossed the street with Mickey, regaining my voice as I went to my dad. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice coming out a lot quieter then I had anticipated.
He shook his head, examining the guy. Now that I was closer, he looked familiar. Like, really familiar. Where had I seen him before? "Damn kid ran right at me, I didn't even realize what had happened until it was too late. He's either crazy or suicidal." He sighed, looking at me and my brother. "Go home, I'll call for an ambulance."
"But you'll get in trouble!" Mickey suddenly yelled out, and his grip started to hurt my hand. "You can't stay here Daddy! Let's all go home!"
Even as we spoke, I had this nagging yet familiar feeling poking at me, radiating from him. I knew where I had seen him before. He was one of those from when we went to the school, wasn't he? For some reason I could feel that place's trace on him, or something. It was really hard to explain but I was almost positive of it. Something dark was inside him, pulsating every so often. He wasn't dead yet, and if my hunch was right, the others would be here soon.
I yanked my arm away from my brother, pushing him to my dad. "Yeah, you two go home. I'll call the police and everything, so don't worry."
"Evalyse, don't be stupid. It was an accident." Dad replied, though he did take Mickey's hand. "I'll be fine, alright? I'll just explain what happened to the police."
I stood my ground. If I told him the truth, he'd never believe me. "You're not even supposed to be out here, let alone driving, did you forget that? If the police find that out you can get into a lot of trouble. Since I still have my license from back home they'll let me off, but not you. So go."
He was silent. I was right, he was still supposed to be in the hospital. Idiot. "Just...call me if things get out of hand...I owe you."
Yeah, like always. I watched him leave with Mickey and turned to the accident. Geez, you think you can get away from stuff, but then things like this happen. I crossed my arms and leaned against the car. They would show up any minute, I was sure of it.
Mickey suddenly stopped, pointing to a car down the road. He seemed very excited and wouldn't move unless I looked with him, even though that just wasn't possible. It was still some distance, but I squinted to see if I could make out the license plate. It couldn't be, could it? Unfortunately my brother was right, as I also recognized the driver as my father. What the hell was he even doing out? He was supposed to still be in the hospital until tomorrow! Shaking my head, I decided to let him have a piece of my mind. Looking straight at him, I started to wave him down. No way he wasn't going to see me.
If only I hadn't distracted him.
Without warning, someone decided to run out tot he street without looking. Needless to say, my dad was still coming. For the first time in a very long time, I let out a scream as I watched the car hit the guy. It was like a movie was playing out in front of me, complete with the poor thing falling to the ground in a pool of his own blood.
A familiar voice snapped me back to reality, and to my horror I watched my father coming out of the car. He was obviously still injured, his walk having a bit of a limp as he went to see who he had hit. I narrowed my eyes at his unaware back. "God damn maniac, who the hell jumps out at a car like that...?!" His voice was slightly shaken, but he seemed more concerned then anything.
"Eva...is...is Daddy going to jail...?" Mickey asked me quietly, grasping my hand tightly. "That guy...he's bleeding...really bad..."
Biting my lip, I tightened my grip of my brother's hand. Looking both ways and ensuring I didn't end up like my father's roadkill, I quickly crossed the street with Mickey, regaining my voice as I went to my dad. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice coming out a lot quieter then I had anticipated.
He shook his head, examining the guy. Now that I was closer, he looked familiar. Like, really familiar. Where had I seen him before? "Damn kid ran right at me, I didn't even realize what had happened until it was too late. He's either crazy or suicidal." He sighed, looking at me and my brother. "Go home, I'll call for an ambulance."
"But you'll get in trouble!" Mickey suddenly yelled out, and his grip started to hurt my hand. "You can't stay here Daddy! Let's all go home!"
Even as we spoke, I had this nagging yet familiar feeling poking at me, radiating from him. I knew where I had seen him before. He was one of those from when we went to the school, wasn't he? For some reason I could feel that place's trace on him, or something. It was really hard to explain but I was almost positive of it. Something dark was inside him, pulsating every so often. He wasn't dead yet, and if my hunch was right, the others would be here soon.
I yanked my arm away from my brother, pushing him to my dad. "Yeah, you two go home. I'll call the police and everything, so don't worry."
"Evalyse, don't be stupid. It was an accident." Dad replied, though he did take Mickey's hand. "I'll be fine, alright? I'll just explain what happened to the police."
I stood my ground. If I told him the truth, he'd never believe me. "You're not even supposed to be out here, let alone driving, did you forget that? If the police find that out you can get into a lot of trouble. Since I still have my license from back home they'll let me off, but not you. So go."
He was silent. I was right, he was still supposed to be in the hospital. Idiot. "Just...call me if things get out of hand...I owe you."
Yeah, like always. I watched him leave with Mickey and turned to the accident. Geez, you think you can get away from stuff, but then things like this happen. I crossed my arms and leaned against the car. They would show up any minute, I was sure of it.