"My greatest treasure. But my car is also precious." He joked, giving me one last kiss on the lips before pulling away. He started to get dressed, and I did the same. It was difficult to move around in that car, it wasn't made for curvy girls, but I managed it.
Once again squeezed into my dress, I returned to the passenger seat. As we drove off, Lester reached out and held my hand in a silent but meaningful gesture. I had found my happy ending at eighteen, and few people could say they had such privilege.
We drove along a dirt road back to town. Still holding his hand, I leaned out the window and enjoyed the early morning sky. Everything was beautiful that night, and the air smelled ofspring, flowers, and grass. Noticing a movement on the field beside us, I smiled. It was a white-tailed deer. The animal ran quietly, illuminated by the stars in the sky and the dim lights that marked the railroad tracks a few meters ahead of us.
I leaned back in my seat. “I can't wait for the future,” I admitted.
Lester looked in my direction, his blue eyes sparkling in the darkness. “Neither can I, Flower Girl. Neither can I.”
I smiled and turned to the road.
My eyes widened.
A scream rose from my chest.
“WATCH OUT!”
It all happened too fast.
The deer from moments ago jumped in front of the car, immediately colliding with the hood, being thrown over it and breaking the windshield. The car's tires screeched through the night, cutting through the tranquility, and Lester cursed as he tried to regain control of the vehicle, until...
We heard a bang and the car spun around.
Amidst the sound of metal scraping on gravel and the smell of burning tires, we screamed, holding on tight. We spun around for what seemed like hours. When the car finally stopped, we were both sweating, breathless, still digesting what had happened.
“Fucking deer!” Lester shouted, panting. “Are you hurt?!” he asked, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning over me. My foreheadhurt, but I didn't think it was more than a scratch. “You have blood on your forehead...”
“I don't think it's serious.” I tried to reassure him, knowing I was right.
I was fine.
“Oh, no. Flower Girl, we have to get out of here. Now.”
The alarmed tone he used made my blood run cold. “What's going on?”
"We're on the train tracks. We have to get out of here and call the police. Quickly."
“Okay, okay.”
Lester got out of the car quickly and rushed away from the tracks, immediately grabbing his phone. I, however...
“Shit.” I cursed under my breath, realizing the seat belt wouldn't open. “Uh... Cowboy?”
He frowned at me, pulling the phone away from his ear. “Flower Girl, get out of there.”
“I'm trying, but the seatbelt won't open!”
Lester ran back to the vehicle, giving the police the latest details on the way. When he opened the door on my side, he immediately leaned over me and tried to force the seatbelt. “SHIT!” he shouted, unable to release it, and began to pull hard. “Don't worry, I can break this. I just need a little strength!”
He began to tug at the buckle, trying to break it. Determined, I also grabbed it to help him pull.
“Almost there!” he grunted, giving it another tug. “If I had brought my knife, I would have cut this shit already.” He paused and winked at me. “But it didn't match my suit.”
I giggled, while continuing to pull on the seatbelt buckle. “Is that a hint to get you that blue pocket knife we saw the other day?”
“You bet!”
We kept tugging, until...