Avery
I need to focus on the road like, so bad right now, but this stupid freaking bridal veil keeps falling over my stupid freaking eyes. I guess that’s the purpose of a veil, when you really think about it…but right now? Not helpful.
I rip it out of my hair, undoubtedly damaging my precious blonde locks in the process, roll down the window and toss it out. I can see it flutter behind me in the rear-view mirror, catching on the cold winter wind and floating away.
That’s exactly what I need to do right now. Float away, down from this mountain and into a new freaking life.
As my foot continues to add pressure onto the gas pedal of my car, and my hands tighten their grip around the steering wheel, I can’t think of anything other than how badly I needed to get away from that resort.
Never in my life have I ever been so hurt, so devastated by the people who are supposed to care most about me. What a day. What a freaking time! People are supposed to pamper a bride on her wedding day, aren’t they?
Instead, I got to discover that everyone I know and love is a liar and a traitor—and not just to me.
Seriously? What kind of a life is this nonsense? My entire childhood, I was an obedient and loyal daughter. I held on to every word Daddy spoke. I entertained every idea he put forth. The children of some congressmen don’t take to it well. They feel the need to rise up and rebel and make some kind of statement about how the State doesn’t own their lives.
But me? I took to it like a fish to water. I fulfilled every freaking request, asking for absolutely nothing in return.
I guess I should have asked for honesty.
Especially before I agreed to marry a man just because Daddy said so.
How didn’t I see this before? How could I have been so blind?
I admit, I was naive. But Adam was so handsome! So charming! And it was all arranged by my father, who I was so sure loved me. I believed he would never do anything, anything at all, if it would put me in danger of any kind. If there was any risk of me getting hurt.
I trusted my father to do right by me, just as I’ve always done for him. After all, that’s how parents are, right? They want what’s best for their children.
Instead, I’m here, mentally broken and physically jarred.
Adam’s grip around my arm is still so fresh in my mind. Feeling the ghost of his lust and anger brings tears to my eyes.
Part of me knows I should stop driving. I’m emotional and all out of whack. I’m not a great driver even on a good day. I’ve never had to be. On a day as bad as this one, I know I’m just as much of a danger to others on the road as I am myself.
But there aren’t any others on the road. Not tonight. And I have to leave. I need to go as far away as possible, so I can finally try to remember what it’s like to feel safe again.
Safe from my father and his political manipulations. Safe from the man who was supposed to be my husband. God, I can’t even think of him like that anymore. I won’t let myself.
Yesterday, everything was normal. Our wedding was set in stone. Our honeymoon was arranged. My paperwork to change my last name was filled out and sitting on the vanity of my luxurious bridal suite, ready to be signed and dated.
A January wedding. Mommy loved that. Her little princess bride, all decked out in holiday red and ice blue with a backdrop of snow just as pure as I am.
But all of that’s changed. It’s out the freaking window and I’m never letting it back in as a thought, let alone an option.
The Avery that was supposed to marry Adam is gone. The Avery that was interested in Daddy’s career over her own happiness has died.
Maybe I’ll dye my hair brown. That would really throw both of them for a loop. It would make it so much harder for them to find me, and I never want to be found. Green contacts could be good too. A trench coat. I’ll get a trench coat—something from Burberry. I’ll start wearing sunglasses. I’ll buy a hat!
I’ll start over. Become someone new. How I’m supposed to achieve all of this without Daddy’s money, I don’t know, but I’ll think of something.
I need a new phone number too. In fact, I’ll need a new phone.
God, that phone. I thought it was cute when Adam bought us matching cells. Picking up Adam’s by accident just before the ceremony ruined everything. Now, nothing will be the same again.
But do I really want it to be? I consider it for a second. Like, really freaking think about it. It’s the world’s most tortuous “Would You Rather?”.
Would I rather live in the dark, married to a man who nearly just raped me? Making a home for him and filling it with children without ever realizing what goes on behind closed doors?
Or would I rather have the truth, and all the fear and uncertainty that comes with it?
I push the pedal to the floor.
The truth. I always want the truth.
There’s no point in living if the life you’re living is a lie.
Doubling down on the gas makes me feel powerful, but the car doesn’t like it one bit. I can feel it starting to fishtail. The last thing I need is to crash this freaking car right now. But now that I’ve hit this speed, I know slamming on the breaks is the worst possible option.
I have to maintain my speed, easing off it little by little.
Driving on ice is a hard thing for even a professional driver to do.
And like I said. I’m not a great driver on a good day, and this is a bad one.
As I try to focus and try not to panic, I feel it coming. The water works. I can’t help it. When your entire world turns upside down on you, you just want to break down and cry.
I won’t accept judgement from anyone for that. It’s perfectly healthy to have real feelings. It’s okay to not know what to do. I’m going to figure this out.
But I don’t even know where I’m going, even if I don’t die on this mountain tonight. Driving aimlessly isn’t smart. It’s uncalculated, it’s underprepared. It’s a grown-up version of a childish impulse to escape from whatever it is you don’t like.
But how do you expect me to react? I always have my parents’ support on major life decisions. My life was good, and I never really needed to get out of my comfort zone much. I thought it’d always be sunshine and rainbows in my perfect little life.
Mommy and I spent an entire year preparing for this wedding. Now, I’ve got to put together an entire new life in one freaking night.
Maybe if I wasn’t such a perfect girl my entire upbringing, I’d have some skill at rebellion. But nah, let’s just stay obedient and wait until your wedding day to give it a go, Avery!
All my life, things have been moving in one direction on a path that was already laid out for me. Now, I’m veering off that path and taking the scenic route. Plan B: no plan at all.
I’m going to drive and drive until I can’t see signs, billboards, or brochures at my stops for that resort wedding location.
That is, if I don’t die first. With roads this slick and the state my driving is in, there’s a very real possibility that I’ll die first.
Maybe Mommy can reorganize the wedding reception caterers to make all that fillet mignon for my funeral.
My thoughts return to Adam. And, I guess, to Daddy as well. I haven’t fully stitched together what I read in their correspondence with each other, but I got the freaking gist.
Sweet little Avery’s virginity for a great deal on machine guns.
Machine guns that, judging by what I saw in Adam’s emails, might not even work.
How am I supposed to trust anyone at all after this? My sense of good judgement is shattered and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let someone in like that again.
I grip the steering wheel tighter and push down on the gas again.
Which is stupid. It’s freaking dumb. It’s probably the second worst decision I’ve made in my life.
At first, my car listens to me and glides along the road evenly.
Which is good. I’m starting to feel like I might not be all that bad of a driver after all.
But of course, as I marvel at my own driving skills, my car fishtails hard over some black ice on the road. I turn my wheel with it, trying to recover control.
It doesn’t work.
I jerk the steering wheel in the other direction in a panic, and—knee-jerk reaction—I slam on my brakes.
The next thing I know, my car is flying off the side of the road, over the guardrail and onto the bare mountain.
I scream and let go of the wheel. Not like I can correct this now. Instead, I reach my arms over my head and protect my skull, bracing for impact. In my mind, I’m torn between figuring out how to move forward from this, and just praying that I make it out of this car alive at all.
The car starts to tumble down the mountainside. I cry and scream, kicking and jerking every direction as I plead and beg to survive. The car rolls for what seems like an eternity to me.
Luckily, I thunk my head against the steering wheel, blaring my now-broken horn. My body goes ragdoll at the sensation, and then everything is a blur.
But suddenly, I’m stopped. I’m alive. The car is upright, stuck halfway down the mountain. My headlights are even still intact, reflecting blindingly against the snowy terrain.
I lower my arms back down to my side and wince every second as they fall and rest against the back of my seat. I’m panting hard, my head is pounding, and my throat is scratched from all of my screaming.
I can’t believe I’m even still breathing at all. There are some people that don’t get to walk away from an accident.
As I attempt to count my blessings on what I have here, I hear a big CRACK. Subsequently, smaller, frequent, spreading cracking noises follow, and before I can even look around to see what’s going on, a large oak tree comes crashing down to the roof of my car.
The impact hits the passenger side of my car, leaving the damage just millimeters away from my head.
My heart should be racing right now, but instead it’s steady and slow. My vision is blurring out. Blackness creeps around the edges, moving in.
This is it. I’m going to die here.
I start to make my peace with the world and everyone in it, except my father and Adam.
I smell smoke. The engine must be catching fire.
Those bastards can burn.