Bash (Kings of Carnage MC #1) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,1

I’d been waiting for it to get close enough so I could maybe flag the rider down. I was hoping they’d possibly have a cell phone I could borrow, and if not, at least have them get a message to someone for me. My phone got shut off last week. I just couldn’t afford that luxury right now. Eating is far more important than having a way to communicate with my best friend. The less I contact her, at this point, the better, anyhow.

It’s been so quiet out here; it’s had me kind of spooked. I’d waited patiently behind my car for someone to drive by, not wanting to sit inside and accidentally doze off. My vehicle’s sitting in the middle of the lane, so there was no way someone would miss it. I mean, they’d have to hit me or swerve into the other lane to avoid the beat-up old clunker. I feel so foolish for thinking it was okay to leave it there. Needing help or not, I just caused this horrific accident by not putting the vehicle in neutral and pushing it to the side.

I can’t say I’m surprised I got stuck either; my car had been giving me more and more issues lately. It wasn’t anything expensive, but it ran decent when I paid for it with the little bit of cash I had. I’d hit a bump tonight, and it’d died almost immediately. I don’t know what on earth would cause it to break. I’m no mechanic. Whatever happened to it killed it completely, though. There isn’t power going to anything. I’m stranded in the middle of nowhere, and I don’t even have a freaking light or headlights. I feel so stupid for not keeping a flashlight in my car. You live and learn, I suppose. I know one thing, when I get out of this mess, I’ll be paying a visit to the dollar store for that emergency flashlight.

As the rider had come close enough to finally see my vehicle, I’d watched his own headlight flicker off, casting us into complete darkness once more. It was too late, however, and his motorcycle and music were far too loud to hear my screams, pleading that he watch out—that he stop.

In what felt like was merely an instant, he’d slammed into my car…the noise was something I’ll never be able to free from my mind. It sounded like death, and in the middle of it was him weightlessly propelling through the air. He’d landed off the road into the grassy area, and I ran toward him, screaming, panicking that he was dead...all because of me.

I could make out the shape of his twisted body as I went to him. He lay motionless, and it only fed into my trepidation. He could be dead, and it’s all my fault.

Everyone knows when your car breaks down, you’re supposed to put it in neutral and push it out of the way. Foolishly, I thought by leaving it on the road, it would garner the help I needed, not cause an accident. Everyone knows that’s what you do when a car breaks down. I was dumb enough to believe it’d get me the help I need, not cause an accident.

“Oh, God! Please don’t be dead!” I cry, already tearing up as I fall to my knees beside his lifeless form. My hands immediately move to touch him, but I pull back at the last second.

What is wrong with me? He could be seriously injured; I probably shouldn’t move him.

“Please, this can’t be happening.” My eyes shoot up to the dark sky, pleading. I don’t know if anyone up there is watching right now, but I have to ask. “God, if you’re listening, I need your help. This poor man is hurt, and it’s all my fault. I’ll do anything to make this right…anything!” The tears fall down my cheeks as I begin to sob for this unknown man. “I promise!” I wail. “Anything!”

The still man begins to wheeze, moments after my shout of sorrow. I quickly move, shuffling closer, attempting to get a better look at him and his injuries. The murky clouds are beginning to thin out and clear up, the moon and stars peeking through to mock the night. They offer a touch of light to this dimness, and I can eventually make out the man’s features a bit better. They’re covered in blood and dirt, of course, and my heart aches for him. Crying won’t help either