With a sigh, I got to the car. Lars opened the door for me and I got in. This was it. I silently vowed to myself that I would give him what he wanted from this moment on, and maybe if I kept him happy, I could live a somewhat normal life. He shut the door and I leaned back in my seat. I looked over at all the emergency vehicles in the parking lot and wondered why there were so many. What in the world did Mrs. Smith tell them? Though… I suppose he was a murderer. If what she said was true and he did kill two people already, then I suppose it was fair that they had so many people there. At least there was an ambulance there so Diane would be getting the help she needed. I just hoped she didn’t hurt anything too badly.
I found it odd that Lars was taking so long to get in the car. Was he relishing in his victory or something? How big of an ego boost did this man need? Confused, I leaned forward and looked out the window. To my absolute shock, I saw Lucille run out of the building with Diane. Diane was shakily pointing at Lars, and Lucille was shouting at the police. It hurt me greatly to see how dependent Diane was on Lucille. She was barely managing to stay standing, even with Lucille supporting her. Mrs. Smith came out of the building seconds later, yelling something at the cops as well. It appeared to catch Lars by surprise. He had two options. Run and get himself deemed as guilty, or handle it calmly and give himself a chance at getting out of this. Apparently the first option seemed better to him. I had a feeling it was because he knew what Mrs. Smith had on him.
At a lightning speed, he rushed into the car. He was muttering every damn swear word he knew under his breath. He was quick to lock the doors so I couldn't get out. I desperately tried to get out anyway but to no avail. The car started and he ripped out of the parking space so fast I could smell the burning rubber from his tires. Unfortunately, what he didn’t think of were the incoming police cars. Another one was just coming into the parking lot right as we were attempting to leave. It was pretty obvious he was trying to escape something, so the cop car blocked him off. The smart option was to stop. But no. Lars was an absolute nutcase apparently. He tried to go around them but miscalculated how much space there was to do so. The cop car was right next to two poles, each on one side. Neither of which gave us the space to get out. With a loud crash, he smashed the car into one of the poles. As luck would have it, the pole mostly destroyed the side of the car that I was on. I could almost feel my leg bend backward when the metal pushed against it.
“Oh for fucks sake-” He growled before quickly trying to get out of the car. He was still desperate to getaway. He knew there would be no going back now, so he was putting his all into not getting caught. “Come on!!”
“I can’t!!” I sobbed. I was staring at my leg, which was visibly very broken. I could see the exact place it snapped, as it was protruding out. It was something I never wanted to see and knew it would take forever to get the image out of my head. Not only was my leg broken, but the passenger side of the car was totaled. I wasn’t even sure if I could’ve gotten out. The pole was right next to the door, and the side was all squished and bent.
“COME ON!!” He shouted at me. He tried to pull me out, at which I discovered that not only was that leg broken, but it was stuck in between the bent metal. When he tried to pull me, it strained my leg, and I immediately felt it. My leg exploded with pain and I screamed out of pain. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, blurring my vision.
“OH FUCK OFF!!” Lars yelled angrily. He finally let me go. He must’ve figured I was a lost cause, and his only chance now was to leave me behind. Unfortunately, he waited too long. The cops grabbed ahold of him before he could run more than a couple of feet away. After what they just witnessed, it was pretty obvious he was guilty. And if not that, he would still be facing charges for everything else.
As much as I would’ve loved to have done a little dance at that moment, I wasn’t physically capable. I would’ve much preferred him being caught before my leg bone decided to snap and take a little adventure out into the open world. I was tempted to push it back in just so I could get it out of my sight, but I was too grossed out to touch it. Not only that, but it hurt like a damn motherfucker, and the smarter side of me told me to leave it alone. Instead, I simply sat there in complete shock. Any reasonable reactions I could think of were definitely running through my head, but I couldn’t figure out how to actually perform them. It felt as though I was stuck in a time warp while the world around me was a hectic mess. Lars’s screaming echoed in the background, and I could’ve sworn I heard someone yell my name as well. Sounds were muffled, and I couldn’t hear anything but my ears ringing, and the sound of my heavy breathing. The silence lasted for quite a while. It did make me wonder if anyone knew I was there.
“...Robin…!”
I could’ve sworn I heard someone say my name. I wanted to look for the person who said it, but I couldn’t seem to move.
“...God… She… Help her…!”
That voice. Why did it sound so familiar? The sound of my breathing was still too loud, and I couldn’t make out anything else but a couple of words.
“Robin! Hey… me…?”
I suddenly felt someone place their hand on me. Within seconds, the silence vanished and I heard every damn noise around me. Screaming, cars honking, talking, I could hear it all. It overwhelmed my senses, and I started to panic.
“Oh dear, this doesn’t look good.” I heard a new voice say. It was much clearer than before. “We need help over here!! Dear, can you stay with her for a second? Try to keep her calm.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I heard Diane’s voice. A voice I recognized. One that I knew was safe. Shakily, I looked over and saw a frail hand on my shoulder. A shiny gold wedding ring was on her finger. I connected it to Diane. I looked up a bit further and saw Diane. She looked terrified. Possibly more terrified than I looked. At least I think so. I had no perception of the expression on my own face.
Our eyes met, and she took a moment before giving me a small but worried smile.
“Everything’s going to be okay.” She said. It didn’t sound like she believed what she said, to be honest. Which made me not want to believe it. To double-check the damage, I looked back down at my leg. With my sense being back again, the second time seeing it was frightening. The sight of the bloody mess caused me to let out an ear-piercing scream. Before Diane could calm me down, I felt myself go weak, and I was out like a light. Gore was really not my thing.
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