Zoey was driving on Front Street. They were almost home. Daphne hadn’t a dit a word during the entire ride. Not because she was still angry, but her migraine had gotten worse.
“Can toi give me one of those muffins? I’m hungry” Zoey said.
“How, for the l’amour of God, can toi be thinking of nourriture right now?” Daphne mumbled and with her eyes closed she searched for the box.
“You’re going to have to take a peek, I put it on the backseat” Zoey said.
Daphne groaned and opened her eyes. She turned around on her siège and lifted the box from the backseat. She opened it and lay it on Zoey’s lap. “And then people say I’m difficult” she mumbled and she closed her eyes again.
Zoey made a turn in Allen Street, the rue where they lived, while she took a bite from the muffin. She chewed, swallowed… and gagged. She started coughing and gasping for air, but she couldn’t get any. She gripped Daphne’s arm. Daphne screamed and opened her eyes. She looked aside and saw how Zoey was lying backwards, blood running out of her mouth, and her eyes bulged.
“Zoey!” Daphne screamed. She shook her sister, not realizing the car was driving par itself.
She heard a honk and looked up. A bright light blinded her eyes and she took the steering wheel and turned the car.
The trucker pushed the brake pedal, but he couldn’t avoid hitting the car on its side, pushing it back. When the trucker could finally stop his truck he jumped out of it and ran to the car. He opened Zoey’s door. Daphne was still conscious, though she looked very pale, as if she was about to throw up.
“Are toi okay, Ma’am?” the trucker asked shaking.
“I’m fine” Daphne a dit trembling. “My sister needs help. She’s sick ou something”
“I’m already calling 911” the trucker said, while Daphne loosened Zoey’s belt. She had already loosened hers. She got out of the car and walked around it. She lay Zoey’s arm over her shoulder, dragged her out of the car and lay her down on the street.
“They’ll be here as soon as possible” the trucker said. “Is she going to be okay?” he asked, nodding at the unconscious Zoey.
“She’s still breathing” Daphne said. She frowned. “Did toi feel that? Someone was touching my arm”
“I didn’t feel anything, but toi have to move” the trucker said. “Your car and my truck are about to cause a firework”
Daphne tried to get up, but she seemed to be stuck on the street. She looked up. “I can’t move”
“What?” the trucker said.
“I can’t move” Daphne panicked. She grabbed her legs and tried to lift them, but it was as if she was paralyzed.
The trucker took her arms and tried to pull her up.
“Stooooppp! You’re breaking my arms!” Daphne cried. The trucker let go of her slowly. “You take Zoey and wait for 911 to arrive”
“What about you?” the trucker said.
Daphne looked at the car and back at the trucker. “Ask Zoey to tell Emmanuel that I l’amour him” she a dit and she started crying.
The trucker nodded and lifted Zoey in his arms. As he quickly walked away, the two vehicles caught feu and exploded.
“Can toi give me one of those muffins? I’m hungry” Zoey said.
“How, for the l’amour of God, can toi be thinking of nourriture right now?” Daphne mumbled and with her eyes closed she searched for the box.
“You’re going to have to take a peek, I put it on the backseat” Zoey said.
Daphne groaned and opened her eyes. She turned around on her siège and lifted the box from the backseat. She opened it and lay it on Zoey’s lap. “And then people say I’m difficult” she mumbled and she closed her eyes again.
Zoey made a turn in Allen Street, the rue where they lived, while she took a bite from the muffin. She chewed, swallowed… and gagged. She started coughing and gasping for air, but she couldn’t get any. She gripped Daphne’s arm. Daphne screamed and opened her eyes. She looked aside and saw how Zoey was lying backwards, blood running out of her mouth, and her eyes bulged.
“Zoey!” Daphne screamed. She shook her sister, not realizing the car was driving par itself.
She heard a honk and looked up. A bright light blinded her eyes and she took the steering wheel and turned the car.
The trucker pushed the brake pedal, but he couldn’t avoid hitting the car on its side, pushing it back. When the trucker could finally stop his truck he jumped out of it and ran to the car. He opened Zoey’s door. Daphne was still conscious, though she looked very pale, as if she was about to throw up.
“Are toi okay, Ma’am?” the trucker asked shaking.
“I’m fine” Daphne a dit trembling. “My sister needs help. She’s sick ou something”
“I’m already calling 911” the trucker said, while Daphne loosened Zoey’s belt. She had already loosened hers. She got out of the car and walked around it. She lay Zoey’s arm over her shoulder, dragged her out of the car and lay her down on the street.
“They’ll be here as soon as possible” the trucker said. “Is she going to be okay?” he asked, nodding at the unconscious Zoey.
“She’s still breathing” Daphne said. She frowned. “Did toi feel that? Someone was touching my arm”
“I didn’t feel anything, but toi have to move” the trucker said. “Your car and my truck are about to cause a firework”
Daphne tried to get up, but she seemed to be stuck on the street. She looked up. “I can’t move”
“What?” the trucker said.
“I can’t move” Daphne panicked. She grabbed her legs and tried to lift them, but it was as if she was paralyzed.
The trucker took her arms and tried to pull her up.
“Stooooppp! You’re breaking my arms!” Daphne cried. The trucker let go of her slowly. “You take Zoey and wait for 911 to arrive”
“What about you?” the trucker said.
Daphne looked at the car and back at the trucker. “Ask Zoey to tell Emmanuel that I l’amour him” she a dit and she started crying.
The trucker nodded and lifted Zoey in his arms. As he quickly walked away, the two vehicles caught feu and exploded.
