Chp 3
The red mustang plunged over the bridge and landed hood first in the water off Johnson St. Bridge. Water quickly appeared in the car as a 5 year old Marissa was strapped in her baby seat tears streaming down her face.
She cried out her father's name as the tide came higher.
"Daddy!" She screamed kicking at the water thinking that maybe with the right amount of force it would go away.
"Don't worry honey, daddy's here." He turned around in his seat and tried to get his belt buckle undone but wasn't able too. He tugged at the strap but it didn't snap he turned towards his wife but she was conscious nor was she alive.
"Olivia! Sweetheart wake up." He shook her shoulder until her head fell to the side.
"Mommy, daddy why won't mommy wake up?" Marissa asked furiously trying to push at the water.
"She's sleeping Riss. Stop kicking, I'm trying to un-do your seatbelt." He reached as far as he could and undid her restraint. The water was just above her chin and he was arching his neck. "Riss, Riss listen to me; go on the back drop above your head honey."
Little Marissa did as she was told and scurried where her dad told her to go.
"I'm scared daddy!" She said as a down pour was coming down her cheeks.
"I know darling, but you have to wait for help to come…see there they are." He pointed out the window at a team of scuba divers emerged underwater. He arched his neck further to finish his last breath. "Now Riss I need you to be brave okay, when they come I want you to listen to them…and always remember Riss we love you so much…" He couldn't finish the water had reached his eyes and he was holding his breath against the slow liquid death that was overcoming him.
"Daddy!" She yelled and stretched out her hand to reach his. Her tiny fingers touched his as he slowly brought his lips down and kissed them…for the last time. The water was at her waist now but she still held on. She looked out her window and noticed the men had almost reached her. Just then she felt her father's grasp loosen and drop from hers'. "Daddy! Daddy! Dadddyyyy!" She yelled and at the same time swallowed water. She took a deep breath and looked out scared. The rescue teams had arrived and were motioning for her to move away. She waddled underwater to the other side of the vehicle and watched as they burst the window open. Before she slipped in darkness she noticed a man in a mask slipping his air tank in her mouth and carrying her out of the car and to safety.
Author's Note: This had to be the saddest thing I every heard…I started to cry when I was writing it…BTW Bay Street Bridge leads me downtown and the idea for this chappy came to me while crossing over it when I looked down lol…You know what to do…No heat please I'm sensitive…and take my work seriously…D
Brit -xox-