Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Carsynn, baby, I’m coming.” I plant my feet as I slide down the ditch. Not hearing her call out to me makes me worry even more. Christ, this is a clusterfuck. I should have made Gramps call Nikki or Denny as soon as I had this gut feeling. The rain has turned into snow, pushing the weather further into the lower digits. I’m not wearing nearly enough clothes for this shit, and I know Carsynn isn’t either. Even if she had a thick winter jacket, most take it off while they’re driving. Now that her windows are shattered, she’s more than likely freezing her ass off.
“Carsynn, it’s Gabe. I’m here,” I tell her once I make it to the passenger door. The driver's door is wedged against the ditch, trapping her in. Luckily, from this side, the window is out and I can crawl through.
“Gabe?” Thank Christ she’s not unconscious, or worse. I gulp down the rest, refusing to put the words to the what-ifs. Carsynn is hanging upside down. Her lip is cut, her eyes glossy, and her arms are a bit banged up from what I can see so far. All things considered, shit could be so much worse.
“Yeah, fairy. It’s me.” I meander closer, wondering how I’m going to get her out of here without dropping her on her head once I press the seatbelt button.
“Okay, I must be dreaming. Maybe I won’t die a virgin after all.” Her amber eyes are open, lids fluttering, eyelashes wet, and I know it’s time to get her out of here. Even with the words she just spewed, there’s no guarantee she’ll remember them tomorrow. Hell, she could have a concussion for all I know, and while yes, I’m well fucking aware I should call Sheriff Sanders as well as an ambulance, the likelihood of them coming is slim to none, especially with the way the snow is falling. It won’t be too long before we’ll all be snowed in, which means I need to get a move on things.
“You save that for another time, fairy. Is there anywhere you’re hurting before I get you out of this tin can?” I’m on my stomach, hands going to her body yet scared to touch her too much in case she’s in pain or has a broken bone.
“Just my head a little bit, and I’m really cold,” she replies, eyes shuddering closed.
“Stay with me, alright? I’m going to get you out of here, but first, I want you to lean on me as much as you can while I get your seatbelt off.” The dash isn’t pinning her legs in place, and the steering wheel looks to be good. I’m imagining she wasn’t speeding, so that means her flipping was in slow motion, probably the reason she’s not in worse shape than she is.
“Okay.” Her voice is soft, sweet, and all too trusting. Damn if that doesn’t hit me square in the solar plexus. I move closer, feeling her hands go to my shoulders while I locate the seatbelt button to release her from its hold.
“Almost, fairy, we’re almost out of here.” As soon as I feel her holding on, I press the button, my back taking her weight, and then I’m trying to figure out a way to move her as little as possible, which is going to be near impossible given the current situation.
“Oh God, I feel so much better.” Carsynn sounds delirious.
“Alright, use my shoulders to get your knees beneath you. I’m going to slide backward and help guide the way, but it looks like you’ll be crawling.” She doesn’t respond. The only thing I can hear is a soft hum and her breath across my neck. This is going to be a bit more difficult if she manages to fall asleep. I’ll make it work, but fuck will it make shit take longer.
“So tired,” she mutters, but I watch as she drops her body, landing on her knees with a loud thud, and I’m sure there will be more scrapes I’ll have to take care of.
“Don’t go to sleep just yet, Carsynn. Grandpa Bernie would be pissed as hell at me. You wouldn’t want that now, would you?” I feel her chest lift and a chuckle is let out.
“Okay, I can do this. Bernie is the best, you know?” I slide back, my jacket covering the way as I practically arm crawl out of the car, Carsynn’s hands on my shoulders the entire time.
“You can do this. A few more paces, and we’re home free.” The crunching plastic can be heard around us along with my labored breathing. I’ll never forget the feeling of coming up on her vehicle and her, not knowing what I was going to see. She’s damn lucky. An angel was definitely looking out for her.