All I Want For Christmas Is You - Vi Keeland Page 0,65
peer in and am pleasantly surprised. Black leather interior, with all the modern upgrades. Quite luxurious really. I throw my things in the back and climb in and get behind the wheel. I type ‘Anchorage, Four Seasons’ into the navigation system and start the car.
I smile broadly, as I look around. This car is actually pretty cool.
Four hours later, I sit forward in my seat and grip the steering wheel with white-knuckle force.
“This is a fucking nightmare,” I mutter. The wipers are going as fast as they can. Loud and fast, and still, I can’t see through the windshield. It’s pouring rain, torrential actually. And to top it off, I’ve lost internet connection, so my maps have stopped working. I glanced over the map route before I started driving and I’m pretty sure I just have to stay on this road. But at this point, who knows where the hell I am?
It’s dark and wet and I’m in the middle of a forest, huge trees line the sides of the winding road. There isn’t anywhere safe that I can pull over and stop. I just need to keep going until I find a service station or get to a town so I can get service again.
I glance at the bars on my phone…. still nothing.
Fuck.
I come around a winding bend and a huge branch lays across the road and I swerve to miss it. The car hits a puddle and spins into a 360. “Ahhh,” I cry as I lose control.
I go through the barrier at the side of the road and over the embankment and down a sloping hill. I’m bouncing all over the place as I try to regain control of the car. The wheels completely lose traction and the brakes aren’t working. I run straight into a tree trunk.
The car comes to a dead halt and I close my eyes in relief and put my head into my hands. I pant as adrenaline rushes through my system and my heart is beating fast.
I look up at my surroundings; huge trees surround my car. It’s pitch black and pouring rain. I pick up my phone, still no service.
“Holy fuck, what do I do now?”
I sit for a moment in the darkness as I try to calm myself down. I peer through the back window as I try to work out how far I travelled from the main road. Can’t be too far. I need to get out of here.
The sound of the rain is deafening on the roof of the car and the windshield wipers are going at full speed still.
I straighten the wheel and put the car into reverse as I peer through the back window. I can’t see for shit. I put my foot down on the accelerator and the wheels spin. I do it again and I can hear them spinning hard over the engine in the mud but there is no traction.
I’m trapped.
Shit, this is the monumental fuck up of all fuck ups.
Think.
What would be the logical thing to do?
I could try and dig the car out of the mud, but with the rain coming down like it is, there is next to zero chance of that; everything is mud.
I could walk up to the highway and try and flag down a passing car.
What cars, there are no fucking cars. Maybe I should I just stay in the car until morning?
I look around at my surroundings. It’s dark and creepy and pouring down rain and the windshield is fogging up on the inside. Spending the night here is my worst nightmare.
I try to think outside the box, what would you do if a car was trapped in mud? I try to think back to those reality in the wild television programs and what they would do in this circumstance. Put sticks under the wheels to try and drive over for traction.
Yes, that’s it.
I open the door and the rain is really coming down hard. I slam the door shut again.
Oh crap.
For ten minutes, I sit in the darkness weighing my options.
Okay, get out of the car, find some sticks and put them under the wheels. How hard can that be?
I glance down at what I’m wearing, tight skirt with high heel shoes. “You idiot,” I mutter as I peer out onto the ground, maybe I should take my shoes off. No, I need them, who knows what’s on the ground out there. “These are fucking expensive shoes, too.”