Date: Feb. 7, 1999
Title: Prom
Catogory: Kerry Weaver.
Author: Lara
Rating: PG.
Warning: I cruse once. Also this story deals with drunk drive, and is a little sensitive.
Summary: Eighteen year old Kerry Waver rides home from Prom with her drunk boy friend.
"Chaz, you drunk let me drive?" says Kerry.
"No, I'm fine, Ker."
"You had a few drinks, I haven't. I'm driving."
"What about that shot?" questions Chaz.
"That was hours ago, I'm way more sober than you."
"Just get in the, damn, car, Ker."
"No, I'll ride with Lisa, or Helen."
"No, you will ride with me," he slaps her hard.
" IN YOUR DREAMS, CHAZ."
"A date with class president prom queen Kerry Weaver is a dream." then he forces Kerry in the car. She relents and gets in the car, she buckles her seat belt.
About ten minuets later, Chaz is nearing Kerry's home when his car drifts into the on coming lane. The next thing Kerry or Chaz knows they are struck head on by a truck. The car rolls and Chaz is thrown from the car. Kerry is trapped in the car. She passes out.
She slow wakes up in a ER. "What's your name?" asks a nurse.
She tries to comprehend what happened, she's not sure. "Where am I?"
"Cook County General Hospital, what's your name?" says the nurse.
"Kerry, but my friends call me Ker, what's you name?" she says.
"Lydia Wright. Where are your parents?"
"At home, I was coming come from an after prom party with my date."
"Oh, how can we contact your parents?"
"Why I'm 18."
"Okay, It's just you've been hurt pretty bad."
"How bad?"
"Your left leg was crushed."
"You mean I can't walk."
"Yeah."
"Lydia, where's Chaz?"
"You mean the young man you were brought in with?"
"Yeah, my date Charles West?"
"I'm sorry, honey, but he died."
"No, I should of drove. Why? I knew he was drunk. Why was I so dumb?"
"You going to be fine."
{1998 Fifteen years later.}
"Lydia, get that girls phone number and name," orders Dr. Weaver.
"Why me?" asks Lydia Wright.
"I know your good at it."
"How do you know?"
"Remember, fifteen years ago a 18 year old named Kerry Weaver, was brought in with a crushed left leg."
"Yeah."
"That was me, you had to tell me Charles West died in that crash, and that I'd by disabled for life."
"Okay."
Lydia goes an repeats the awful job, and Kerry limps off, wishing that Chaz could call her Ker once again.