"Snowbound"

[TheKookroach]

"I'm tellin' ya, damn it...! She's nobody!"

Thomas looked away from her, out the driver's side window at the snow-whitened forest as it zipped past their car at a much higher rate of speed than he should have been driving. He wasn't admiring the beauty of the forest or anything like that. He simply didn't want to look her way -- to see her expression -- after having raised his voice and use profanity, albeit just the word damn.

He didn't like arguing with her. They so rarely did it that when it did happen, they weren't very good at it. Thomas could remember hearing his parents fight when he was little. Now, those people knew how to fight. Dad was the emotional one, believe it or not, with his voice rising and falling and the exclamations -- not profanity, mind you, just jeez's and ooooh's and right's -- being called out at the right times with just the right tone and volume to make them even more significant than the words he was speaking. And his mother, she was the logical one, always able to turn what ever Dad was saying against him which -- of course -- enabled her to always win in the end.

And then, within just minutes or, at the most, a couple of hours, they were back in one another's arms, hugging and apologizing ... and wondering whether they could sneak off to the bedroom to fold laundry, they'd called it.

But Thomas ... naw, he didn't have that knack for fighting well, and every time he and his lover did argue, it just got ugly. This had only been there, what, third, maybe fourth fight. But ... they'd all been in the last two weeks!

"I worked with her on a project at work," he went on, only half glancing her way as he explained again that the woman -- the very attractive woman with the incredible nipples and very tight ass -- at the party was nobody important. "I haven't seen her in weeks, and I just thought it would be nice to say hi and asked how things had worked out. That's all!"

 

[stargazer82]

" You weren't treating her like nobody! And for god sake keep your eyes on the road, Slow down! Your driving too fast!!"

All night. All night he had been talking to that harlot from across town. We were supposed to be going to a dinner party as a couple but all night he spends talking and flirting with this "nobody". Ha! Then he has the audacity to claim her a "work colleague" well I don't believe a word of it. And now, now he thinks he can simply get away with it the little rat. Believe it or not I don't like it when we fight and in the past couple of weeks we have been getting plenty of experience. Its often stupid and over the most trivial of matters. But this time he had some real explaining to do. But for now he can't think straight, he just wants to block it out and remain ignorant. Typical! Sometimes I wonder if he could just see the way he acts we would get on so much better. And he wont win me over by driving like an idiot.

" What are you stupid?! I told you to slow down. Your not impressing me Thomas"

 

[TheKookroach]

"Jeeez...! Get off my back!" he snapped, almost immediately wishing he hadn't used such a harsh tone.

Under any other circumstances, he would have expected her to respond with a warranted retort or cold shoulder reflective of the icy roads there were traveling on ... but she never got to the chance. His right front tire slammed over a chunk of ice that had been hidden by the glare on the packed snow, causing the car to jerk. He tried to correct his steering -- but, instead, over corrected.



A quarter mile ahead of him, just beginning to come down the rise, Peter saw the mid-sized luxury car suddenly go into a spin that began slow, then suddenly sped up as the rear of the car slammed into the steel barrier. The vehicle headed directly for and then across the center divider ... directly at him. He slammed on the box truck's brakes, then immediately lifted from them as he felt the tires simply sliding over the icy surface. He pressed the brakes again, this time trying to slow the wheels, not lock them up, while simultaneously steering away from the oncoming car.

But it was to no avail; they were going to collide, and there was nothing Peter could do about it but hold on. As the passenger caught the trucks back end, Peter felt the rig begin its own spin. He'd never been in an accident before -- 12 years of driving, the last six commercially -- so he'd never experienced that world slowing down effect before. But now he was; it seemed to take for ever for the truck to turn sideways, bucked hard as the front tires hit a pot hole, then head backwards for the ditch.

He slammed against the door, then the steering wheel, then the door and his seat as the truck went backwards into the deep ditch. In his mind, he remembered the last time he'd looked out the passenger window ... seeing a massive drop off all the way to the lake! In his mind, he was dead; the truck would enter the water, the cab would quickly fill, he would either freeze or drown, and they probably wouldn't find him until the spring thaw.

But suddenly, the truck stopped -- suddenly, as in slamming against something -- and after a bit, all was quiet and calm...



Back up on the road, the passenger car had slammed into the barrier on the opposite side of the road it had come from, stopping its spin but sending it in a direct line toward the same ditch the truck had entered. In contrast to the truck, which had gone down the incline backwards, the car went straight forward over the edge and a moment later, as it hit the first of three tree stumps it would encounter, the air bags deployed.

Thomas felt the powerful life saving device smack against his face...

...and twenty minutes later, he came to...

(OOC -- I decided to put the vehicles on the same side of the road, so they can see one another.)