When it Rains Chapter 4
Don was sitting at his desk staring at the big, huge file in his lap when he suddenly sighed and turned his right wrist towards him. It was the wrist that held the wristwatch that he had been glancing worriedly at for the past ten minutes.
Charlie was fifteen minutes late, and rain or no rain that was very unusual for Charlie. He was almost never late. If anything, he was early.
Taking out his cell phone, Don tried to reach his brother, but all he got was static.
"Something's wrong. I know it." Don muttered as he turned from his desk and glanced out at the rain soaked streets.
"Don, Charlie would call if he got in to trouble." Megan reminded her boss as she watched him glance out the window.
"Then why isn't he answering his cell phone? He always leaves it on!" Don questioned as he turned to Megan, who just shrugged her shoulders.
"Maybe a cell tower is down." She guessed as she watched Don stand up and smooth down his damp shirt before he looked towards the elevators.
Not seeing Charlie, Don just shook his head and with determination written all over his face, he strode over to the coat rack that was hanging on the back of one of the far walls.
Quickly Don grabbed his still wet umbrella and snapped the little catch open before he turned to find Megan right behind him.
"If you're leaving to find Charlie, then I'm going to come with you." She said.
"Come on Megan, it's a family matter." Don replied as he looked at her for a second.
"Your point?" She asked before she reached over and grabbed her leather raincoat and slid in to it.
With a small smile threatening to grace his lips, Don waited for Megan to get her raincoat and umbrella before the two of them exited the offices and headed for the elevators.
TAP TAP TAP TAP.
KABOOM!
TAP TAPP TAP TAP
Charlie opened his eyes and looked around without moving his head.
He was in his car. That much was obvious, from the smashed windshield and the smoke coming from under the hood.
Rain poured down on the car, and every few seconds lightning and thunder sounded overhead.
That was what had woken Charlie up in the first place.
Groaning, Charlie lifted his head off of the airbag and took a closer look at his car and himself.
The car was a total loss. There was no way that it could be repaired for a reasonable amount of money, not that Charlie ever wanted it repaired.
As Charlie looked the interior of the car over, he soon became acutely aware of the headache he was now sporting.
Raising a hand Charlie put it to his head, only to feel something sticky and warm coat his fingers.
Taking his hand away, Charlie glanced at his fingers, and his eyes went as white as saucers when he saw the blood.
Charlie's breathing quickened as he tried to wipe the blood off on the airbag, but all he did was smear the blood on the airbag and his fingers.
"Must…get…out." He mumbled to himself as he began to fumble around for the handle.
Locking his hand safely around the handle, Charlie pulled it and then threw all his body weight against the door.
Slowly at first, the door began to groan before it popped open, sending Charlie flying out to land in the dirty, muddy grass and dirt at the bottom of the bridge.
As carefully as he could, Charlie picked himself up and put a hand to his aching head.
"Dad…gotta…gotta get dad." Charlie mumbled before he turned and headed off into the woods, not knowing that he was actually heading away from his home and any hope of rescue before the storm ended.
A/N:
Merry Christmas everybody!