Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just play with them. This story is rated M, and is not suitable for younger readers. Story contains violence, coarse language and sexual "situations". Please do not read if any of these things offends you.

Note: [ Beta'ed by: Say Goodbye Again & adt216 ]

Chapter 10 - Crash

Edward Cullen POV

I'd been awake for like an hour and the day was already turning out to be a crappy one.

I was flat on my stomach in a puddle of fucking mud. And it was fucking cold. I was surprised the puddle wasn't frozen solid already, seeing as the temperature must have been below freezing point. What a wonderful way to start the day! Did I ask for a fucking mud mask? I think not.

"What the fuck!" I yelled, fuming as I turned my body to see who the motherfucker was that I would get the pleasure to beat the fuck up. I felt a lump of mud fall down from my cheek and I growled in disgust.

I looked up and saw a pair of brown eyes looking down at me with a terrified expression.

Oh fuck me backwards.

Isabella "The Goose" Swan. Of course. Who else would be stupid enough to push me into a puddle? And I guess she did the right thing by looking terrified. Her face was paler than a ghost's, her doe eyes were wide, as she gripped on to Emmett's arm. He was looking at this situation like it was the most exciting thing he'd ever seen - instead of helping me up.

That jackass.

I narrowed my eyes at the stupid Goose and put all the effort I could into making the glare as menacing as possible. Since I obviously couldn't kick her ass – seeing as she was a girl and Chief Swan's daughter – I could at least scare the crap out of her for being such an idiot.

"Fucking idiot! Look what the fuck you did!" I yelled at her, and the paleness of her face disappeared in an instant. It was replaced by a dozen shades of red when she blushed, and she turned her eyes away. I guess she hadn't realized she was holding on to Emmett like her life depended on it because her eyes went impossibly wider as Emmett grinned back at her.

"Walk much?" he joked.

She pulled her hand back quickly and I stared at her, barely keeping the murderous rage inside me under control.

"Are you fucking insane? Do you have a fucking death wish?" I asked, my voice low, and I think my question was justified in that moment. Didn't she have any idea who I was? Clearly not, because if she did, I wouldn't be sitting in a cold puddle covered in mud right now.

I could have sworn I saw her shaking at this point.

"I'm… I'm sorry," she stuttered. "I was lost in thought."

Was she fucking serious? That was her excuse? She was lost in thought? I stood and turned to look down to estimate the damage she had done. The mud was already beginning to cake on my clothes and I made a fruitless attempt to try to dust it all off. But of course, I ended up smearing it out and ruining the jeans even more. I took a deep breath and clenched my fists. The anger was boiling through my veins; all I saw was red.

Edward, do not hit her. Under no circumstances are you going to raise your fist and hit her straight in the face and make her see stars and cartoon birds.

I tried to get the anger under control, but it was almost fucking impossible. After a few deep, and very forced breaths, I managed to do just that. I slowly turned my head and took a step towards her. I towered over her and her breath hitched as I put all my anger into glaring at her.

Damn straight, goose-girl, you better be scared…

"Yeah, obviously," I spat at her, and she flinched slightly. "Were you musing over how pathetic you are? And how tragic it is that you have no fucking friends? And that a guy would never even touch you with a fucking stick, and that you will most likely die a painful death… alone?"

"Ed, c'mon… it's not like she meant to push you," Emmett said.

Really, brother? NOW you decided to butt in? And not when I was lying flat on my face in mud?

"Are you fucking kidding me? These jeans were fucking brand new!" I yelled infuriated.

"I'm sorry! I'll pay for the dry cleaning, I swear!" she said quickly, as she stood up straight and looked me straight in the eyes. The gesture made me snort.

She might have acted all strong and courageous by offering, but her eyes betrayed her and the way she kept swallowing indicated that she was close to fucking tears.

Good job, Eddie, you're about to make a girl cry. You feel like a man now, huh?

Actually, yes. She should count herself lucky that I didn't do something worse than making her cry. This was me letting her off easy, for crying out loud.

"Dry cleaning?" I snorted, she couldn't be serious. "No dry-cleaning in the world could get this shit out from these pants. And like you could ever afford it anyway… These pants are worth ten times more than what your car was worth when it was new!"

"C'mon, Ed…" Emmett sighed and gave me a tired look.

I took another step forward and glared down on her. She took a deep breath, and something changed in her eyes. She didn't look to be on the verge of tears anymore, and that pissed me off. She was supposed to cry; she was supposed to be scared.

She wasn't supposed to look at me like I was… I don't even know what the hell that look was.

"You're fucking dead, goose," I hissed in her face, making sure my message was clear; I was someone to be afraid of. "I will kill you. Trust me when I fucking say that I will destroy every little part of your pathetic little existence."

"Enough, Edward," Emmett said, and I could hear in his tone that he was serious this time. And when he grabbed my arm, I just went with it. There was no point in hanging around this bitch, since I couldn't kick her ass. "Let's drive home and you can take a fucking shower and chill the fuck out."

I followed him to the car, but kept my glare on the stupid Goose until she was out of sight. Emmett let go of my arm and I got the keys from my pocket.

"You drive," I said, "and I swear to God I'm gonna castrate you if you-"

"Don't worry, bro," he cut me off, grabbing the keys from my hand, "I have a towel in my bag; you can take that and sit on it so you don't get mud on your precious leather seats."

"Thanks," I muttered.

I grabbed the towel from his bag and draped it over the passenger seat, and when I sat down, I was careful not to come in contact with anything else in the car. I didn't put on my seatbelt, because it would press against my muddy chest, and it would be a bitch to get clean.

"Geez, bro, I thought you were gonna kill her there for a minute," Emmett chuckled as we drove off.

"She's lucky she has a pussy, or else I would have," I muttered.

"Oh? And the fact that her father is the chief of police had nothing to do with whatsoever?" He grinned and for some inexplicable reason, he sounded surprised.

"Please, do I look like someone who would hit a girl? C'mon, I'm not that guy," I replied indignantly, glaring at him.

"Yes, and I'm sure our parents are gonna be happy to hear that," he said, glancing at me with an amused smile.

I snorted and looked out the window.

Yeah, I might not be one of God's best children, but did Emmett have to sound so surprised at the fact that I didn't kick her ass? Like I would ever hit a girl, no matter how incredibly annoying she was. Swan was a fucking waste of space, but I would not be the one to get rid of her. Because if I did what I wanted to do with her, I would most likely end up in jail and be stuck there for the rest of my life while being somebody's bitch.

I may be a lot of things, but I was nobody's bitch!

Emmett parked the car outside our house, and I was silently fuming as I went up to the front door. Mom was in the living room when I came in and she made a snorting noise when she tried to hold back her laughter.

"What… happened to you?" she asked, pressing her lips together. I glared at her and saw her shoulders shake lightly as she tried to contain the laughter.

"Laugh all you want," I muttered. "A bitch pushed me into a puddle."

"Please, Edward, language," she chastised, but the message was lost as she tried to keep a straight face. I rolled my eyes and walked up the stairs. "Don't get mud on the stairs! I just cleaned!"

I made a point to stomp a little harder on my way up, and let the dried mud fall off my shoes. I heard Mom groan behind me and I snickered.

That's what you get when you laugh at your son.

When I got up to my room, I was careful not to get the mud anywhere. My room was one of the few areas in our house that Mom didn't clean, simply because she wasn't allowed in here. So if I got dirt anywhere, I would have to clean it. And I was so not in the mood for that shit.

I removed my shoes before entering my room, and then walked carefully to my bathroom.

The mud had dried and caked over my chest and jeans, so it was impossible to walk without having parts of it fall down to the carpet in my room, no matter how carefully I moved.

As soon as I stepped inside my bathroom, I quickly removed my clothes and threw them in a pile. I didn't care if the mud got in the bathroom, since it was easier to clean than the fucking carpet on the floor in my room.

I turned on the shower and stepped in, hissing when the cold water came in contact with my skin. Luckily, it warmed up quickly, and I relaxed in the spray.

The shower should have taken five minutes tops, but somehow I ended up standing there for like thirty minutes. I didn't leave until Emmett pounded on the door.

"Did you drown? C'mon already!" he called through the door.

"I'm coming, geez," I sighed, stepping out of the shower.

I dried myself off and kicked my clothes aside, deciding to take care of them later. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back into my room. Emmett was lounging on my black leather couch, flipping through a magazine.

"You could have taken your own damn car and driven back if you're so anxious to learn," I said to him, and turned to open my dresser.

"Yes, but where is the fun in that?" he asked, shrugging.

I snorted and pulled on a clean pair of jeans and the first shirt in sight, not bothering to care what it looked like. I was one of those lucky motherfuckers who could put on a black plastic bag and still look good, so I didn't need to care about what the hell I was wearing; the girls liked me anyway.

When I was dressed and ready, we went back downstairs, and I noticed that the stairs were already clean of all the mud. I guess Mom wasn't wasting any time when it came to having a clean home, and I almost felt bad for a moment for kicking the dirt around like I did. But that feeling didn't last long when I remembered how she had looked when I first walked in. She had barely managed keep a straight face – way to fuel the humiliation, Mother.

Emmett grumbled when I grabbed the keys from him, and I wanted to smack him for being stupid enough to think I was going to let him drive my car twice in one day.

Bitch, please, like I would let anyone drive my car if it wasn't an emergency…

People had no respect for the Volvo, and that's why he should count himself lucky for getting to drive it from school in the first place.

We barely made it to second period, but it wasn't like I cared. Or that it mattered if I had missed anything. Not that I was an under-achiever or anything, but because I had no problem of keeping up at school. I could skip all I wanted, and still managed to get straight A's. I was a smart motherfucker. Who would have thought, huh? Both beauty and brains in one neat little package… not that my package is small, but you know what I mean…

The day dragged on and I wasn't really paying any attention. I was still furious with how my day had started. Before I knew it, I was sitting in the cafeteria, and Emmett was in the middle of telling the story of how I got a mud bath, very animatedly I might add, with lots of wild hand gestures and ridiculous faces.

"… and I swear he almost grabbed some mud and threw it in her face like a five-year old!" he laughed loudly.

"I did not," I stated simply.

"Oh you did too. Don't pretend like the thought didn't cross your small-minded mind," he said, still laughing.

But the truth is, I hadn't even thought about it. I had been too occupied with keeping myself from hitting her that it never even occurred to me that I could have thrown some mud at her. God, why didn't I think of that? That would have made me feel so much better… an eye for an eye and all that shit.

"Poor Isabella," Alice sighed. "She must feel so bad..."

"Yes, poor Goose," I scoffed. "Because the Goose was the one who had to drive all the way back home to take a shower and change clothes."

"Oh stop complaining, you got to miss a class, boo-freaking-hoo, I feel so bad for you," Rosalie said with her usual snarky-ass tone.

"Whatever… are we going to that party tonight or what? Who's driving?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Rose and I are gonna meet you there, since we're going to Port Angeles beforehand," Alice told us.

"Shall I get the booze, or should we count on Newton to provide it?" Jasper asked, sounding quite bored by the subject.

"Get some," Emmett replied with a nod. "I don't think I'm in the mood for whatever girly booze he will have available… and I need booze, not some girly sparkling cider or whatever, that won't even get me a buzz."

"Baby, you need to drink a bathtub worth of vodka before you get a buzz," Rosalie cooed and kissed his cheek, and Emmett huffed before kissing her back.

She was right though. Emmett was a big guy and he was one of the few people I knew that could really hold his liquor. It took a lot for him to get drunk, and I had only seen him really wasted two or three times in my life. And that was one of the few things that Emmett hated; he envied the "little people" (his nickname for us) for being able to get drunk without much effort. I, for one, thought it was a good thing that he always ended up somewhat sober, with just a small buzz, because then he could drive home without risking getting pulled over for driving all over the place. Like Jasper once did.

"May I join you girls in Port Angeles then?" Jasper asked, tilting his head to Alice.

"Of course, baby," Alice replied with a smile. "If you don't mind waiting for us, since we're getting manicures and pedicures and the whole nine yards…"

Pain flickered across Jasper's face, but he forced a smile for his girlfriend anyway.

"Sure, no problem," he said, and it was evident that he was holding back a groan, as he slouched down in his seat. I smirked at the sight; I bet he regretted asking. I doubt there was a worse way to spend the afternoon than to watch his girlfriend getting her nails done.

I was just about to open my mouth and ask if he was getting his nails done too, just to mock him, but the bell rang before I had a chance to utter a single word. Damnit. I never get to have any fun.

I reluctantly pushed my chair back and dragged my feet to my locker before going to class.

My mood darkened immensely when I sat down on my seat and saw Isabella fucking Swan walk in just a moment before the bell rang. I glared at her, and her cheeks reddened instantly even though she wasn't even looking at me.

"Hope you get shot, you fucking goose…"I hissed quietly under my breath. She didn't even flinch so I guess she didn't hear, and that was just as well, or else she might tell her dad I was harassing her or some shit.

I doodled mindlessly in my notebook, not paying attention to anything around me, wanting to get the hell out of there and get my drink on already.

"Sexual education."

My head snapped up. What the hell did Mr. Melina just say?

"Sexual Education."He was smiling now. "We will, together with the high schools in Port Angeles and La Push, be a part of a sex-ed project, and the project will last for four weeks. You will be separated into groups of four, and you will pick a random subject from my cap of topics. And your project will be based around this topic. You shall discuss within your group, and write down your conclusions and present them in four weeks, together with the kids in Port Angeles and La Push."

Some dude made a stupid joke about experiencing whatever topic they got, and I rolled my eyes as the whole class snickered at his joke. When Mr. Melina replied by saying that the school policy was abstinence and that they were not encouraging such behavior, I just wanted to leave the fucking room altogether. Was this project supposed to be some religious wait-until-you-are-married bullshit? Because if it was, then I was out. I was not going to spend four weeks getting brainwashed.

"I've already created the groups, and when I say your name, I want you to come up here with your group and pick a topic, and grab a folder, which contains all the information you will need about the project. And before anyone asks, yes, this will be a big part of your final grade," he said, as he picked up a list from his desk and continued listing the names in each group.

"… Lauren Mallory, Isabella Swan and Edward Cullen…"

Dear God, please tell me that I did not just hear the Goose's name before mine.

I stared in front of me like I'd just been given the death sentence, and I guess in a way I had. I gripped my pen tightly, on the verge of breaking it in my hand. Why did I get the feeling that I was being stalked by that girl… even though she wasn't doing anything?

"Excuse me?" I asked, clenching my teeth.

"Mr. Cullen, you will work with Newton, Mallory and Swan," the idiot teacher replied, proving that I had in fact heard him correctly the first time. Fuck my life.

"Can I please switch groups?" I asked, trying to keep my voice nice and even, but probably failing miserably. I couldn't care less.

"No can do, Mr. Cullen, if you switched, then everybody would switch. And before you know it, everybody would be working with their friends, and that is not what this project is about. You will gain so much more if you work with people you do not normally talk to," he replied evenly.

"What if I don't care about gaining anything? What if I'm happy just the way I am? And what if I don't fucking care what that fucking goose thinks about anything?" I shot my eyes to the Goose, and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights, with her eyes widening and her cheeks blushing. What the hell was with her and blushing all the time anyway?

"Sorry, Mr. Cullen, but I guess you will just have to live with the fact that you will have to listen to what Miss Goose… Miss Swan has to say for the upcoming weeks…"

I smirked slightly at his miscalling. That was fucking epic.

"Oh fuck it," I muttered, and pushed back my chair and walked up to his desk, where Mike and Lauren were already standing. Without waiting for the Goose, who seemed to be stuck to her seat, I put my hand in that stupid cap of his and pulled out our topic. I unfolded the note and looked down on it. They have got to be fucking kidding me.

"What did we get?" Mike asked, taking a step closer to me - a little too fucking close if you ask me. I handed him the note and he read it aloud.

"True love and one night stands. Discuss the possibility of falling in love at first sight, and the good and bad aspects of having a one night stand. Can a one night stand end up being your true love, and how do you know?"

I glanced over at Swan, and she seemed to be frowning at the topic. And who could blame her? She probably didn't have any experience in either of those areas. Frankly, who would ever fall in love with her – especially at first sight – and who the hell would ever want to sleep with her even once? Disgusting.

I pursed my lips together and went back to my seat. That topic was fucking ridiculous, and now I had to spend four weeks discussing that shit with Swan of all people? Was this some kind of cruel joke of the Gods or something?

What could she ever have to contribute on the subject anyway? Her thoughts on true love were most likely derived from fairy tales, and she was probably waiting for her knight in shining, silver armor to come and rescue her from her sad, little existence.

I shook my head lightly, trying to get all thoughts of Swan out of my head. One would think I was obsessed with her by the way I could not stop thinking about her. Hello? Could you blame me? The girl fucking pushed me in the mud! And now I was stuck with her for four weeks. Of course, I had to think about her, it was only natural, since she seemed to have become a permanent fixture in all the bad aspects of my life.

What had I ever done to deserve it anyway? I've done nothing wrong to anybody.

When school finally let out for the day, I couldn't get to my car fast enough. This day was turning out to be a fucker, and I needed to get my ass out of here before things really turned to crap.

Emmett decided he would run home. He used to do that occasionally to keep himself in shape, and I didn't mind, because that meant I didn't need to wait for his sorry ass in the parking lot.

I drove home in record time, and the delicious smell of Mom's casserole invaded my senses as soon as I stepped inside our house. I followed the smell to the kitchen, and Mom smiled at me from the stove.

"What? No more playing in the mud? Why, Edward, I'm shocked," she teased, putting her hand to her heart in mock shock.

"Ha ha, very funny," I said, opening the fridge.

"Where's your brother?" she asked.

"He decided to run home today," I replied, grabbing a soda from the fridge and closing the door with my food.

"Oh, I wish he would stop doing that, especially now when it's cold and dark out, he's going to hurt himself… he will get himself hit by a car one of these days," she sighed.

"Don't worry, Mom," I chuckled. "I think he'll do more damage to the car than the car will do to him. He's a sturdy guy."

"Don't make jokes like that," she said frowning.

"C'mon mom, lighten up a little," I smiled, and patted her on the shoulder before going up to my room.

My dirty shoes were still standing where I left them this morning, reminding me about the humiliating experience in the parking lot. Stupid Goose. I couldn't even be in my own house without being reminded of her.

I went into the bathroom and grabbed the dirty clothes from the floor. The jeans and shirt were stiff with dried mud, and there was no fucking saving them now. I threw them in the trashcan, under my desk and sat down on my chair. I turned on my laptop, and my leg bounced restlessly as I waited for it to boot up.

I needed to fucking relax. This entire day had been such a trial, and I was counting on Jasper to get us the good stuff for the party. If he came back with flavored vodka, then I swear I would kick his fucking ass so hard that there would be no hope for him ever having children with Alice… or anyone else for that matter.

And I needed to get laid. Fuck. I hoped Lauren would be there, and that she would make good on her promise. And of course, that she would be drunk enough to agree to whatever I asked of her. Not that anyone ever denied me anything, but you can never be too sure, especially not with the fucking day I've had and my stupid luck.

I need to get drunk. I need to get laid. And if I see Isabella fucking Swan again today, I swear to fucking God that I can't be held responsible for the outcome…

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned into the phone, and gripped my hair with my other hand.

"Sorry, man, but we're fucking stuck here," Jasper sighed, and I could hear Rosalie huff in the background.

Jasper had just told me that when they were just about to leave, his fucking piece of crap car broke down and wouldn't start. And of course, this being a Friday night, there were no shops open to help them out, and they had no means of getting out of Port Angeles now.

"Oh fuck," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "What about the booze?"

"Yeah, your concern for us is really heartbreaking, Edward," he mocked. "And don't worry about your fucking alcohol, I took care of it. But you won't have a chance to enjoy it if you don't come and pick us the fuck up."

"Man, seriously? But we won't be back for like two hours, and I need to get my drink on already, for fuck sake," I groaned and he chuckled.

"Dude, if you want to get your drink on at all, you have to come and get us. End of fucking story. So get your ass down here, okay?"

"I hate you, man," I sighed, as I grabbed my car keys and my jacket.

"No, you love me because I bring you the booze," he chuckled back.

"Yeah, and that would be the only reason," I sighed. "I'll call you when I get there."

I hung up the phone and left my room. Maybe I should have just stayed in my fucking bed this morning, since the entire universe seemed to be conspiring against me to make this the worse day ever. I wondered if I could blame this on Swan too…

My parents were standing by the window in the living room, looking out over the backyard, both enjoying a glass of red wine.

"I'm going to go pick up Jasper and the chicks in Port Angeles, tell Emmett that when he gets his ass out of the shower," I sighed.

"Drive carefully, sweetie, it's dark out," Mom said with a soft smile.

"Like I would ever risk the Volvo, c'mon, Mom, you know me better than that," I smirked.

I heard Dad chuckle softly behind me, as I opened the door and stepped out into the cold.

Mom wasn't kidding when she said it was dark out. The sky was clouded over, so there weren't even any stars out. Driving down our driveway, through the forest, turned out to be a bitch. Even if I knew every twist and turn by heart, I still had to drive unusually slow to get out onto the road without crashing.

The roads were slick with black ice, but I already knew that from driving home from school, so I was prepared; and this car was magic on ice, so I wasn't worried.

I decided to take the old road to the highway, since it was the closest from our house.

It was dark as fuck, and the headlights weren't as effective as one would hope. But it didn't matter, since the road was fucking deserted, no one took this road anymore anyw-

What the hell is that?

Something glimmered in the distance and I squinted my eyes to make out what it was.

A street sign? No… a car? No… was it a deer or something? It seemed to be moving…

I slowed down, but not much, and as I came closer I could make out the back of a red truck.

Then suddenly, a figure came into view right in front of my car, and though it was several yards away, I slammed the breaks in surprise, to avoid a collision.

That turned out to be my biggest mistake, and the beginning of the worst event of the day.

The car hit a patch of black ice, and it began to skid to the side. I panicked and gripped the steering wheel tightly, turning it to the left, in order to try to reverse the skidding to the side. After a moment of struggle, I finally gained control of the vehicle.

As I stared in front of me, I realized that the figure was again in front of my car, and I was seconds away from hitting it straight on.

And that was when I recognized her. Fuck.

Swan's eyes were wide in shock; she was frozen in place, and it felt like she was staring right at me – though it was impossible, she must be blinded by the headlights.

At one moment, everything was moving in slow motion, and I could see her face so clearly. Her pale skin was shining in the brightness of the headlights, and her mouth was opened in a silent "oh"… then, suddenly, everything appeared to be moving at double speed.

Swan hit the windshield with such force it cracked, then her body rolled off the hood, since the car was still moving she rolled under it, and I could feel a slight bump as I drove over her.

A blood-curdling scream echoed through the night, as I slammed the breaks yet again, and the car skidded to a stop. It didn't occur to me until afterwards that the scream I heard was not from Swan, but from me. The screeching sound from the tires must have drowned any sounds emitting from her.

I stumbled out of the car, racing over to her and I stopped dead as I reached the body.

The taillight of my car threw a red eerie glow over the scene, and the light was enough for me to see her. What I saw made me sick to my stomach, and I hunched over in order to puke my guts out.

I don't know how I managed, but somehow I had pulled out my phone and dialed a number. What number? I don't know. I didn't care. I just needed to call someone. Anyone.

"Hello?"

"Dad…" I whispered, and it felt like the word wasn't coming from me. I felt like I was in a bubble and my voice was coming from outside…. Was this normal? My entire body was shaking so violently that I fell down to my knees on the ice-cold road.

"Edward? Is that you?" Dad asked bewildered.

I looked down at Swan, and noticed a dark pool growing around her, and the eerie glow from the taillights enhanced the sight of blood…

"There's blood everywhere, Dad! I don't know what happened! There's fucking blood everywhere!" I cried. My throat was closing up on me and I was hyperventilating.

This is not good, this is not good. This is so not fucking good.

"What happened? Where are you? Are you okay?" His voice rose in alarm.

"I think she's dead, Dad, there's blood everywhere." I was sobbing now, hiding my face in my free hand. It was no longer me sitting there on the ground. Because I would never cry, and I would never hit someone with my car. And… this was so fucked up…

"Son! Where are you? What happened?" he asked again, sounding beyond desperate.

"On the old road to the highway… a few miles in…" I croaked.

"I'm on my way," he said. In the background I could hear my mother ask him what was going on, and he told her to stay home and that he would call her later. I heard him open the front door, and walk down to his car. "What happened? Are you hurt?" he asked again and I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me.

"No, I'm not hurt…" I whispered. I was simply not able to raise my voice any higher than that. I was exhausted. "I was on my way to pick them up…when I… she came out of fucking nowhere, Dad, I didn't see her. I tried to stop but the car hit black ice and I lost control… I fucking hit her, Dad… and there's blood everywhere…"

I heard the engine of his car roar to life in the background.

"Have you called the hospital?" he asked.

"No…I called you first…" I mumbled.

"Then I am going to call the hospital and ask them to get us an ambulance. The old road you said?"

"Yeah…"

"I'm going to hang up now, okay? I'm going to call the hospital, and I'm going to be with you in just a few minutes, okay? So hold on and don't do anything until I get there."

"Okay…" I mumbled.

"Good, see you soon, son," he said before hanging up on me.

I held on to the phone in my hand and tried to keep my eyes off the body.

Was it wrong of me to call her that? The body. Like she wasn't even a fucking person anymore.

I tried to snort at myself, but it just sounded like a choked sob. Who was I trying to kid here? I never thought of her as a person before, so why would I begin now just because I hit her with my car…

I just hit a goose.

The thought alone made my eyes water, and then my eyes betrayed me by travelling down her body. Her eyes were closed and I couldn't see her chest move, so I wasn't even sure whether or not she was even alive anymore…

And then my own words from before came back to bite me in the ass.

"You're fucking dead, Goose, I will kill you. Trust me when I fucking say that I will destroy every little part of your pathetic little existence."

I guess I hadn't been lying to her this morning. And now I was probably going to jail for manslaughter or some shit where I would become someone's bitch and my life would be in fucking ruins. All because I ran over a fucking goose...

Her leg was bent in an awkward angle, and I felt the bile rise in my throat.

I reached out a trembling hand and stroked a blood-drenched strand of hair from her face.

She looked so peaceful, like she was sleeping, and her lips had been twisted in an odd way, which made it appear as though she was smiling…

I stood up and began to pace back and forth on the empty road. I gripped my hair and stared at nothing in particular with empty eyes. The shock was apparently beginning to set in, and my mind was slowly shutting down. I was not even there anymore. Only my body was pacing on the road. My mind was somewhere else. Somewhere safe.

This was something I could not handle.

I fucking killed a person!

Everyone was going to believe I did it on purpose. It was a known fucking fact that I hated her. My hatred could not have gotten past anyone. Everybody knew, and quite a few had heard me threaten her in the past. Everybody would believe that the mud-incident and the biology project were what sent me over the edge and triggered me to kill her …

Nobody would believe it was an accident. Everybody knew I had a temper.

Now I guess I finally got the answer to the question I had been asking myself all day; could this day get any worse?

Yes, it could.

And it did the moment I became a murderer.