The engine screamed in response as I slammed my foot down on the accelerator.
I had to get there in time… I couldn't fuck this up.
Luckily, there was not another car in sight on this gray and misty Sunday morning.
Faster, faster, I thought. If I could make it to the interstate by 9:00 am, I just might be able to catch her.
Of course, if I hadn't have been such an asshole, I wouldn't be in this predicament to begin with.
Images of our last night together buzzed through my head. Bella, beneath me, her face flushed, lips wet and parted, eyes closed, moaning softly as I slowly fucked her.
Shaking my head clear of those thoughts, I returned my focus to the damp and winding road in front of me. Turning on the radio, I let the music soothe and distract me.
Rounding an S-curve, I looked up from the radio controls just in time to slam on my brakes. Sliding to a stop, I gripped the steering wheel and squinted in disbelief at the sight before me.
Sitting in the middle of the road, completely blocking my path, was the largest boulder I had ever seen. And a shitload of mud.
Shit. This was not good. This boulder did not look as if it was going anywhere soon. Unlike me, who needed to be somewhere very soon.
Several emergency vehicles and police officers were already on the scene, lights flashing and radios crackling. I rolled down my window as one of the officers approached my car.
"Good morning, officer. It looks as if you have a bit of a situation on your hands," I said cheerily, the tone of my voice completely betraying the sickness I felt in my stomach and the rapid thumping of my heart.
"Good morning, sir," the officer replied perfunctorily. As you can see, this road is going to be blocked for quite some time. I'm going to need you to turn your vehicle around and find an alternate route."
"Looks like half the damn mountain came down," I quipped.
"Apparently so," he replied. "The soil was just too saturated from all the rain we've had. I hope this won't inconvenience your travel plans too much. Have a good day."
He turned and walked back to his cruiser, barking orders into a walkie-talkie.
"Fuck," I muttered. Throwing the car into reverse, I backed up and turned around.
Reaching for my cell phone, I dialed Bella's number again. She hadn't answered all morning, so I was not holding any hope of her answering now. "Pick, up, pick up, dammit," I swore to myself. The call went to voice mail and I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat in frustration.
Willing myself to calm down, I started planning my new route. The closest entrance to the interstate heading this direction was 20 miles away. I had no other choice but to take it.
I could only hope and pray that I wasn't too late.