The Incident

This is an extract from a story I started to write when I was studying my GCSEs 5 years ago. I never finished it, but who knows, I could possibly come back to it one day. Yes, again it is a love story, you'll have to excuse a slight influx of romance on my blog, I do write other genres some examples of which will be posted soon.

Chapter 1

Confused and bewildered, Adam picked himself up off the scorching tarmac. He cries in agony as he feels burning sensations across his body. Tears sting his eyes but scrunching his face seems to do little to ease the pain. Staggering to the side of the road, Adam hears a faint voice calling to him. He tries to regain his senses, propping his wounded body on the kerb. “Oh my god! Are you okay?” He feels arms around him and at last Adam is able to open his eyes despite the blood. “Yeah, I think I'm alright,” he replies.

Kneeled in front of him is a beautiful sight. For a moment, all sense of pain vanishes as through is caked eyes Adam sees a young brunette girl, who is quite possibly the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in his life. “Millie, how did you find me?”

She pulls his head onto her breast, “I just heard this scream, I came round the corner, and you were lying there...” tears slowly well in her eyes as she recollects the incident. “I'm calling a fucking ambulance,” her tone of voice changes to anger, the tears stop and Millie get out her phone. “And the police, too. I can't believe they fucking drove off, it's fucking mental Adam!”

Before Adam can react, she's on the phone. “I'm alright Millie!” He protests, but the tenacious beauty doesn't hang up.

“Ambulance please, oh and police, there's been a hit and run and my friend is injured.” She hangs up her mobile and returns her attention to Adam. “You were lucky.”

It's late evening, possibly around eight pm, and a high end hatchback is moving speedily through traffic, ignoring any horns of protest from other drivers. At the wheel, Millie is sat forward on her haunches, with a desperate look upon her face. She pulls up outside a small terraced house next to a football club and a leisure centre.

Turning the engine off she lets out a sigh. Beads of sweat dot her forehead and her hair is tangled. Millie tries to think, but her jumbles thoughts confuse her. How could this happen? Why Adam? Why didn't he stay in the fucking hospital where he would have recovered quickly? Why does he always feel like he has to act tough? Why does he still act as if he is trying to impress a girl, when he has Millie?

She rings his doorbell and his Mother answers. “Hi Mrs Frey, I've come to see Adam.”

“I know you have sweetheart, your always here for Adam!” Mrs Frey smiles warmly and opens the door wide for Millie. “Come in, come in! He's in the front room watching telly.”

Millie enters the front room and Adam is lying on the sofa, legs propped up on cushions. She feels instantly upset, but instead of compassion, Millie unleashes her fire. “Why the fuck did you leave the hospital Adam!” Adam smiles wryly and switches channels. “I'm not staying the night in a disease ridden, smelly hell hole just because I have stitches babe.”

“That's so stupid. You could have recovered so much quicker. I don't get you, it's like your still trying to impress me.”

“It's not about you, Millie.”

“Oh, so it's another girl is it?”

Adams perhaps arrogance is wiped off his face and is replaced by confusion. So that's it. Think I'm seeing another girl, huh, babes? Think I'm sleeping around? Chatting up other ladies?

But instead of getting angry like Millie, the confusion and upset causes Adam to feel the pain in his legs more. The doctors stitched him up, very well, but the pain is still there and Adam winces in agony. For the first time since A&E, tears flood his eyes and the emotion of the incident returns. Adam utters nothing.

Millie sees the tears. She closes the front room door for privacy, and kneels on the floor by Adams side. “I'm sorry baby. I just want you to recover.” She says no more but holds him tight, kissing him once.