Dad grunted loud enough for Kaylee and her mom to hear, turned off the flashers, and maneuvered the car back onto the shiny road.
The wet tires’ squeal faded and the treads hissed while spewing road grime.
Kaylee stuck her earbuds back in and began another playlist, ignoring her dad’s need to be in the right. Thank God she’d be finished with this playlist by the time they were home.
She couldn’t wait to call her best friend, Shawna, and tell her all about the college road trip…in private.
The red taillights of the eighteen-wheeler ahead of them blurred closer and closer.
Dad slowed, tailgating the truck.
Good thing Mom taught Kaylee to drive, because Dad had no patience on the road.
Her dad skirted into the left lane and gunned it to overtake the truck.
Mom dug her fingers into the dashboard.
Kaylee shook her head.
He’s fucking crazy.
The loud honk blasted past Kaylee’s music.
“Shit!” Mom screamed.
Dad swerved back into the right lane, just missing the oncoming truck.
The car hydroplaned and then spun 360 degrees. The steering wheel spun in Dad’s hands while he frantically tried to regain control of the fishtailing car. Kaylee’s head jerked back and forth and her earbuds fell out of her ears and her cell flew out of her hands.
And then she bounced along with her parents when the car careened farther down the swampy embankment. She smacked her head against the roof of the car while it plummeted into a death drop while tall blades of swamp grass obscured the windshield.
The seat belt squeezed her hips and she lurched forward and then the car crashed into something. Metal ground in her ears and the deployed air bags popped, pushing her against the back seat, and obscuring her view of her parents.
There was a delay before burning pain hit her face and then her knees popped. Kaylee swallowed the tinny blood rushing out of her nose and into her mouth, and her throbbing head convinced her that she was alive…for the moment.
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