The three of us giggled as we walked out of the firehouse and into my car. I was with my little sister and her best friend. We went to the firehouse to see my sister's boyfriend and his friends. It was always so much fun there. You would probably be surprised to find out what we all did in that firehouse-teenagers can be wild and crazy.
We drove out of the parking lot to head to the mall, which is where we told my dad we would be. I had just gotten my driver's license two weeks ago, so my parents wanted to know where I would be with the car at all times.
There was an intersection that had a blinky red light, but it should have had a traffic light. The people with the right of way were either going up or coming down a hill that peaked maybe 20 yards from the cross street. I stopped at the red light on the cross street, looked both ways, and put my foot on the gas.
That's when the red Camaro came shooting over the top of the hill and into the back of my car. I was horrified. We were all okay, but the car wasn't. I didn't even have the car for a month and it was messed up. Then the guy in the Camaro got out with a baseball bat in hand, screaming at us. My horror turned to terror as I floored it and drove away.
Thankfully, the guy didn't follow us, I knew you weren't supposed to drive away from an accident, but
at the time, it seemed like the right thing to do. We pulled into a nearby school parking lot to check out the damage. My entire rear bumper was dangling off the car. It was only held on by 1 bolt. There was also damage to the rear wheel well and the side of the car.
I felt even worse after I saw the damage. The three of us decided that my dad would be really mad if he found out what happened. So we drove to the mall we were supposed to have been at the entire time. Then we called my dad and told him someone must have hit my car when it was parked in the parking lot. After he came, we made a report with mall security.
To this day, my dad has no idea that the car wasn't really hit in the parking lot. Looking back, I can't believe I was more afraid of my dad being mad than I was of the bat-wielding Camaro driver. I just hope that asshole totaled his car that afternoon.
This week's RemembeRED prompt from Write on Edge is a flash prompt using the word crash. Take the next ten minutes to write about the first single memory that word calls up. Focus on the emotions and the experience, spend ten minutes really exploring that memory. Then wrap it up, publish, and come back to link up.