An old “Woods” road, in Northern Maine in the middle of night.
Jonathan Phillips was at the end.
He was sitting in a 7 year old Oldsmobile, that he was still making payments on. He looked around the woods, this part of Maine was pretty wild still. Except for the dirt road, the only sign of mankind, was a huge rock in front of him with graffiti-painted crude, grey letters that said: SMOKE DOPE. Sitting on the passenger seat scattered among various insurance papers was his divorce papers that he had read and re-read a hundred times. On top of all of those papers that represented his whole world, was a half empty bottle of vodka and a glock 20.
“Not a very accurate shot,” he picked up the dense black weapon and checked to see if it was loaded. One more glance to the divorce papers and he placed the barrel under his chin, “....but....it will get the job done. “ He put his finger on the trigger and----
There was sudden screeching sound and large bang right next to him. Then he saw brake lights appear on the road in front of him. The small car skidded some, swerved some and slammed right into a huge pine tree that sat only feet from the dirt road. Just missing the smoke dope rock. He had seen enough accidents in his career as a insurance adjuster to know that was a fatal crash, for someone in that vehicle maybe everyone.
Flames started to erupt from mangled front where an engine used to be. Philips eyes widened and his hand went to the door of his own car. He tossed the glock on the papers and was instantly frustrated as his own door wouldn’t now open. He saw movement in the passenger side of the wrecked car as the fire continued to spread. He kept tugging at the handle when one hand and pounding at the warped door with the other. Then the door handle broke off in his hand. “JEESSU----”
Think, Think. Man, Think
He laid down in the seat and with both feet kicked the door. It flew nearly off the hinges. He climbed out and looked back at the glock. Hide it or take it?
His training from his previous job kicked in and quickly tucked the weapon in his belt. As he approached the burning car, he could see the passenger struggling with her own door and she was in full on panic. Flailing around and slapping at the door and window. Since her door was more scrunched then his own, Philips opened the back down to the tiny Toyota, reached behind the seat and pulled the lever, which made the bucket seat fall backwards. The scantily dressed female just looked at him upside down and with glazed over wide eyes. Philips grabbed her by the bare arms and easily lifted her. She as light as feather and ghastly thin. She looked horrified.
“No… no… lance.?” She said to the driver, who laid limp in the driver’s seat. As he carried her away the burning car, she fought him and continued, …”no..no… don’t kill me….” He gently set her down against his own car. He took off his jacket off and wrapped it around her. “I’m not going to hurt you, just stay here.”
The Toyota was flaming hard and could explode at any second, he thought the year may have been an ‘87 or ‘89, hard to tell in this state. He went to the driver’s side and saw the window was already shattered, and the door had popped open. ‘Lance’ was slumped over and being held by his seat belt. Philips lifted his head to check his pulse and blood spurted out of the side of his neck.
Lance was already dead. The deep red circle in the middle of the blood flow told Philips he probably died before the crash. He was about to pull his body out anyway when headlights appeared up the dirt road and was approaching very quickly.
As it approached, Philips could tell it was a large black SUV. The halogen headlights made it difficult to determine more. He started to wave and looked at where he had left the girl, his jacket laid in the dirt. She was gone.
Philips lowered his hand when noticed the SUV started to speed up right at him. He leaped out of the way and it raced by down the dirt road. The large black vehicle with tinted windows spun around and headed back towards him twice as fast. Philips reached into his belt, pulled out his glock, took aim and raised it slightly. He fired several shots just above the approaching SUV, the driver panicked, cut the wheel and slammed right into the burning Toyota, crushing it against large rock with the graffiti. Philips covered his face as the tiny car exploded and caused the SUV to also explode just seconds later. Whoever was inside was joining Lance.
Dirt, rocks, wood and burning debris rained down on Philips as he tried to cover his face and head. The fire kept exploding larger and larger, Philips crawled quickly at first and then got up and ran. The fire illuminated the forest, and Philips spotted the girl running thru the woods. He took off running to catch her, weaving thru the trees, and jumping over the brush and dead wood.
She was running blindly and he caught her right by an another huge pine tree. He grabbed her by both arms, she had crazed look in her eyes, shivering and was gasping to breath.
“Why are you running?” The fire kept growing and popping and illuminating the forest like it was the middle of the day. “....I’m NOT going to hur----”
Philips was cut off by an intense pain in his groin, he let go of her and dropped to his knees. The skinny little girl had kneed him in the balls as hard she could. His glock fell onto the ground, she picked it up and shakily pointed it at him. He was in the fetal position, holding onto his own balls. She frantically looked at the growing blaze on the road and disappeared into the night. As Philips world faded to darkness, he had one thought,
I wish I would have pulled that trigger faster…..
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