Emily James [FB:Number 1]

[Emily James]

Emily smiled. Music played through the stereo system. All the windows were rolled up and Edward’s eyes were trained on the road. He was a very good driver. She felt safe when he was driving. They passed another light as the car drove through Los Angeles. “So, is there any particular movie you want to see?” Edward asked her, his eyes still on the road.

“Oh, nothing in particular,” Emily murmured, turning her eyes from the passenger window to the windshield. “What about you?”

“Anything is fine with me,” Edward smiled, and briefly glanced away from the road to Emily. She broke into another smile as he looked back at the road. The car came to an easy stop at the stoplight. “What is that person doing?” he leaned closer to the wheel, looking off to the right at another driver. Emily peered. The person’s car pulled into the left turn lane at an incredible speed.

“Edward, is it just me or does it look like he’s going way too fast?” she asked, trying to get a closer look.

Edward’s right hand left the wheel, taking Emily’s in its grasp. “It does, Em.” Emily opened her mouth to say something, but it was too late. She wasn’t quite sure what happened. The barreling car turned to sharp, heading straight for the front of Edward’s car. The sound of breaking glass filled the air, along with crunching metal. Emily’s eyes shut tightly; her hand grasping Edward’s a bit tighter.

Slowly, Emily opened her eyes, a little unsure of what was going on. People were jumping out of their cars, some people whipping out cell phones. Her hand still grasped Edward’s. Emily could feel something cold trickle down her forehead. Her other hand was trapped between the door and side of the seat. She tried to sit up, using her legs for a bit of momentum. Her legs wouldn’t move; something cold trapped them. “Edward?” she murmured. “Edward?!” Emily began to panic as the reality set in that she couldn’t move.

“Emily, are you okay?!” Edward’s voice called out. It sounded pained, but still overly caring and concerned.

Emily turned her head towards the driver’s side. Edward was still in his seat, crammed in there somehow, and bleeding. “I’m not sure…are you?”

“I’m not sure…either,” he heaved in a huge breath between the last words. The sound of sirens came in the background, along with the voices of those outside the car, calling to them to make sure they were all right. Edward shut his eyes. Emily couldn’t see his chest rise and fall in the motions of breath.

“Edward?” No response. Emily began to try and tear her hand from in between the door and the seat, refusing to let go of his hand. “Edward?!” she called again.

[Emily James]

“He’s over the legal BAC content by far,” an EMT stated about the driver that had hit them.

“He’s bleeding internally and has too many injuries,” another commented. “He won’t make it.”

The world began to spin for Emily. She was strapped down to a board, ready to be loaded into the ambulance, tears streaming down her cheeks. The tears mingled with blood from the cuts on her face. The other driver was dying. An EMT stood over Emily. “It’ll be okay,” he assured her.

“Is Edward okay?” she choked out the words through the growing lump in her throat.

The EMT looked at the car and then Emily. “We’ll be able to tell when they get him out.”

“Time of death, 9:23 P.M.,” an EMT concluded about the driver. The lump in her throat grew, more tears welling up. Her heart was breaking with each pang of metal as the firefighters struggled to pry Edward’s door off.

“No…” she murmured. “No…Edward…”

Emily awoke with a start to bright lights and her left leg was weighed down. Monitors beeped around her. She glanced around the room. She was in a hospital room. Emily took a few deep breaths, calming down. Her dream had ended with her last memory of what was happening at the crash site. Emily began to survey the room. It was empty of people at the moment.

Knowing that she was alone, Emily glanced down at her body. Her left leg was encased with a cast and her right wrist had a bandage wrapped around it. Well, it could’ve been worse. Slowly, she sat up. The blood rushed from her head, leaving her a little lightheaded. Emily propped the pillow up and leaned back. She went to brush a piece of hair from her face when she felt the bandage taped to her forehead. So much for the worse off. Although, it wasn’t that bad, she had to admit.

A doctor came into the room, looking at her chart. When he looked up, he was startled. “We didn’t expect you to be awake yet,” he commented. “How are you feeling?”

“Um…a little stunned,” she told him honestly. “Other than that, all right, I guess.”

“Yeah, it was a pretty bad crash.” The doctor came and stood next to the bed, leaning on a counter.

“What happened…to the guy that…?” Emily didn’t trust her memory too much. She was too focused on Edward at that point and time.

“He died on the scene of the accident,” he said calmly. Emily nodded a little. “Do you know who he was?” She shook her head. “His name was Kyle James…he was your biological father.”

Her biological father? As in, the man who’s genes she shared? As in, the one her mother left? The one she never wanted Emily to meet? That biological father? Emily sat for a moment in shock. She wasn’t sure what to think until she gathered those thoughts, containing them in an imaginary box. “And Edward? How is he?” Emily asked tentatively.