Chapter 2-Accident

The warm summer air whipped my hair around my face as I drove. Ricky was passed out in the passenger seat, after driving all night. I slowed down as I started to hit some traffic. Four minutes later we were at a complete stand still. I looked at Ricky, who was still sleeping, and made my way out of the car. I walked for a good minute and decided to ask someone what the heck was going on.

"Excuse me, sir?" I asked politely to the man sitting in his Ford Focus.

"Can I help you?" The man grumbled, obviously irritated.

"Do you know what the hold up is?" I asked sweetly. The man looked at me and sighed.

"There was a huge car accident about a mile up. We could be sitting here for a while." The man answered, sounding a tad nicer this time.

"Okay, thanks." I replied before making my way back to the car.

I tapped Ricky, trying to wake him up. "Ricky, get up for a second." I said getting annoyed.

"What?" He asked, looking around dazed.

"There was an accident, is there any short cuts?" I asked. Ricky ran his hand down his face before turning the G.P.S towards him.

"Can you turn around?" He asked, looking around. And by some miracle I was able too.

"Turn onto that road, it should cut a good twenty minutes off." Ricky pointed out, before laying back into his seat as I turned onto the road.

"Um, Ricky? Which road should I take?" I asked when I came upon a road that went two different ways.

"Um," He started looking at both the roads. "the left one." He finally concluded.

"Are you sure?" I asked, not wanting to make any wrong turns.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Came his short, snippy reply. I sighed and drove onto the left road. I got a weird feeling in my stomach when I passed a street sign that read "Bear Mtn. Rd"

I couldn't shake my uneasiness as I drove on this tiny dirt road, the woods on either of me. I was suddenly feeling claustrophobic on this tiny road, my mind bringing back the events that happened just over seven years ago. I gasped when I saw a dead deer in the grass to the right of me.

I decided to change the CD, hoping that would take my mind off of it, but Ricky had already fallen back asleep. I looked around the street and it pretty much looked deserted. I popped the CD out and put it down before grabbing the new CD. I went to put it in the CD player but it slipped out of my hand. I groaned and looked down quickly to see where it had landed. It wasn't that far and I should be able to get it without getting into an accident.

I checked around me again before leaning over, quickly pulling the CD off the ground. When I looked up all I saw was something white, right before I hit into it. I slammed into the back end the other car; which was just about parked in middle of the road.

"What the hell!" Ricky yelled out from beside me.

I groaned, a tad dazed, and looked at the windshield which was now cracked. Ricky and I made our way out of the car as a group of people came piling out of the woods, towards what I could only assume was their car.

"Drunk ass hillbillies." I heard a woman say from beside their car.

"Are you guys okay?" A man about our age asked, a brunette girl running up beside him.

"I'm so sorry. I just...." I trailed getting a tad emotional. I had never been in a car accident before, and now I have. In the middle of the god-damned woods. "I was just coming around the bend, I didn't even see...." I trailed as Ricky put his arms around me soothingly.

"Oh, man." The guy said looking back at the car.

"You guys could have died!" The brunette said frantically.

"Are you guys okay?" Ricky asked quickly.

"Yeah, we're fine. Do you guys want to sit down? You might be in a state of shock or something." The man responded looking us over again.

"What the hell were you doing driving so god-damned fast for?" Another man asked coming up behind the other two, with a redheaded girl.

"Alright, Alright." The other man said, trying to calm the other man down.

"Why was your truck parked in the middle of the road?" I shot back, still a bit shaken up.

"Cuz we blew out our tires, bitch." The man said rudely.

"Woah, don't talk to my wife like that." Ricky said, stepping in front of me.

"Maybe you should be driving instead of you wife there buddy." The man spat out hatefully.

"We'll pay for whatever damage was done." I interrupted.

"What!?" Ricky yelled out angrily.

"Look your damn right your gonna pay. That's my moms car!" The redheaded girl cried out.

"Alright Franny, the woman said they'd pay for... Uh, it looks like you killed my bike here, too." The calmer man said, pointing down at his mangled bike.

"I'm sorry, I.. How did you blow out your tires?" I asked the redhead.

"Some ass left barbed wire in the middle of the road." She replied.

"I can't believe someone just dropped it there." The brunette responded, looking frustrated.

"Nobody dropped anything." Another, very pretty brunette said, walking out of the woods, holding a piece of wire in her hands. "I just found this tied to a tree back there. Somebody did this!" She exclaimed looking a bit anxious.

I felt another wave of uneasiness wash over me and I wanted nothing more than to be back at home with my children. We were suppose to be on vacation in Orlando, Florida. Not stuck in the middle of West Virgina, with a group of complete strangers.

"Redneck assholes." The redhead commented, kicking a rock down the street.

"Look, I'm gonna try and find a phone. I think I saw a gas station, like a couple miles back." The pretty brunette said, pointing in the direction we had just come through.

"I'm gonna come with you." The other brunette said, walking over to her. Ricky put his hands on his neck, trying to get the kinks out.

"There is no phone." I said, stopping them in their tracks. "I was already there." I continued. I had wanted to call my mother to see how the kids where doing, since Ricky had banned cell phone usage from the trip, saying if I was on the phone all week it wouldn't be a vacation.

"We should just wait for someone else to come along." The rude man replied.

"Someone like speed racer here." The pretty brunette replied, nodding her head towards me.

"I'm not going anywhere." The redhead said annoyingly.

I turned towards Ricky as he wrapped me in his arms. "I'm sorry." I cried into his arms.

"It's okay." He replied soothingly.

"I want to go home. I can't take this. I don't want to be in these woods another second. If I stay in here any longer..." I trailed off sobbing.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm going to get us home. Don't worry about it." Ricky said, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head.

"Is she okay?" One of the men asked, sounding worried.

"She's fine. She's just never been in a car accident before." Ricky lied. We really didn't need these strangers knowing about our past.

"Yeah, right." I heard, what had to be the asshole of a man, reply.

"Hey what is your names?" I heard a woman ask. I turned around and wiped my eyes.

"I'm Ricky Underwood and this is my wife, Amy Underwood." Ricky replied holding me close to him.

I looked this girl up and down, feeling somewhat jealous of her beauty.

"Are you guys hurt?" She inquired, sounding hesitant.

"No, we're fine." Ricky responded, trying to be nice.

"Good," She said, throwing a bag at Ricky. " 'cuz, your the mule."

"Hey, who the hell do you think you are!?" I yelled at her, grabbing the bag and throwing it back at her.

"No, no. I can carry that." The calm man said, taking the bag back off the brunette.

I threw daggers at the back of her head with my eyes. I hated how she talked to Ricky, I wasn't one to call someone a bitch. But, well, lets just say I'd make exception.

"I'm going to punch that bitch if she keeps it up." I whispered to Ricky, venom dripping from my voice.

"You are so sexy when your angry." Ricky replied softly with a smirk.

I groaned as we began to follow the group, minus the asshole and redhead; which I could only guess was his girlfriend.

I started to feel lightheaded as we followed the dirt road.

I just knew this wasn't going to end well...