Moonshine & Madness(2)

By: Dixie Lynn Dwyer

Her cheeks felt warm at the thought and she chuckled.

She was heading back to the office now and driving down the side roads to avoid any slower traffic on the main roadways.

When she came to the intersection and stopped at the red traffic light, she noticed the small gray car heading through the green light, and then, from right behind Gianna’s car, a blue truck came speeding up. It happened so quickly. The blue truck slammed into the gray car, sending the vehicle into the telephone pole and some sort of utility box. The truck screeched its tires, turned right, spun around, and passed by her. She saw the man’s face, tan and angry. She caught sight of the license plate: Z27GR—

A large explosion shook her vehicle and she saw that the car was on fire, along with whatever was in the green box the car slammed into.

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911. She gave a description of the driver, the license plate, and the make of the truck, and then she got out of the car. No one else was around. It was a side road that only locals really used. Then she heard the screaming.

“Oh God, there are kids in the car. It’s on fire, hurry,” she told the operator.

Gianna didn’t know what to do as she dropped the cell phone and ran toward the car. Another small bang stopped her in her tracks and she covered her face and head. The flames went up and then dissipated. She reached for the door, noticing the driver. The woman was bleeding near her temple.

“I’m going to help you. How badly are you hurt? Can you move?”

“Babies. My babies,” she said, and the smoke was making Gianna cough when she saw and heard the babies crying in the backseat. Both of the babies were in car seats. One looked about four years old, and the other a toddler.

“Okay. Everything is going to be okay. I’m going to help you,” she said, voice cracking. She could feel her arms shaking, and she prayed she could get them out of the car before they all blew up, including her. The heat from the flames outside the car could be felt within. It made her move faster.

She got the mother’s seat belt undone, could see her broken arm and messed-up leg, but the gash on her head looked to be the worst. Gianna’s hands were trembling, and she was desperate to get the woman out so she would have enough time to get the kids next. She cringed at the lacerations to her head and neck. The smell of fuel was terrible, and Gianna coughed and felt shaky.

“I’m going to get you out of here and then get your babies. Help is on the way,” she told the woman.

She struggled to pull her from the seat. The dashboard was bent, and the woman screamed as Gianna pulled her from the car. She tugged and tugged.

“Help me so I can save your babies, too. Help me,” Gianna told her.

“Do it. Just pull,” the woman cried, and Gianna tugged harder and they tumbled from the car. Gianna dragged her across the way, then ran back. As she did, the front of the car was engulfed in flames.

The kids were crying as Gianna reached inside over the driver’s seat. She felt something pinch her skin but had to reach farther into the backseat to undo the first child’s harness.

She had never been so scared in her entire life. Here she was, in a car filling with smoke, the fuel fumes burning her eyes and her nostrils, and she was stretching over the backseat to get the kids out.

“Help me get your sister. Come on and undo her belt,” she told the older girl. The girl was crying so hard and Gianna was quivering terribly. “Together, baby girls, so we can get to Mommy,” she said, and the little girl with shaking hands began to undo her sister’s seat belt. The poor baby was wailing now.

The belt freed and Gianna got her out of the car, sliding her across the driver’s seat and onto the road. The little girl waited right there for Gianna to get her sister, then to tell her what to do next.

Gianna reached inside to get the baby and had to stretch deeper into the car where the metal had pushed in from the middle console. She felt the metal scrape her side and cut her. She gasped but her adrenaline was pumping as she pulled out the baby from the awkward position. Her back ached, but she was determined to get her out alive. She lifted up the toddler, who was bleeding from her arm and cheek, and ran them both across the road to their mother. Sirens blared in the distance. Fire engines roared and the car exploded. Gianna leaped to cover the children and their mother.