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=Highway Don't Care=
-Prologue-
The Dodge SUV came from nowhere blowing through the red light as though the intersection did not even exist. The driver of the blue Mercedes-Benz had no chance to even look sideways as the larger vehicle plowed into her. And although she tried to jerk the car to the left to let the front of the driver-side door take the impact, she wasn't fast enough as the bigger vehicle smashed directly into it, T-boning her driver's side door, sending the car in the air. The female screamed as her car rolled over across the rest of the private road and the grass, throwing her to and fro, giving her seatbelt a run for its money, before coming to a stop by smashing the two large, old oak trees, causing more damage and making a loud, echoing and crunching noise.
Traffic at the intersection stopped, and onlookers from the Hartford Country Club gathered on the grassy knolls and sidewalks gawking at the wreckage, and the few witnesses who saw jumped from their vehicles and ran down the private drive, and from their spots on the sidewalk to assess the situation. The airbags of the Mercedes had pushed the woman with flowing coffee colored waves sideways and backwards against her gray, leather seat.
The first four to reach the cars noticed immediately who the drivers were and that both were members of the Country Club, noticing that both members were unconscious, they each took a driver. The youngest and the oldest males reached the male driver, who had came to a stop after hitting the Benz, and noticed that the male was unconscious most likely from alcohol conception if the empty beer bottles and cans on the floor as well as the Bourbon bottle in his hand were any indication. The two who went to attend to the lady, a husband and a wife, noticed that her legs were pinned in the chair where the SUV remained, now attached to the Benz, and there was blood and glass everywhere. Those who gathered in the distance had a hard time discerning where one vehicle stopped and the other began.
"Oh God," the woman gasped wide-eyed.
"Oh shit," the husband whispered in shock.
As the other two males rushed over to expect the condition of the female driver, the woman witness softly leaned down to run a soft hand through the bloody locks and whispered, "Hang on, Sweet Girl, you hang on. You're going to be okay. The ambulance and the police are on their way. You just hang on, Sweet Girl. They'll get you out of here in no time."
The wife, in her 40's, could picture her own daughter as well as her son being in this predicament. She wished she could do something to try to reassure the young lady, who she had always been so harsh too. Suddenly she thought about the brunette's parents and other family members, and not-so-family-members, and with that thought she turned towards her husband, knowing that the most important person had to be informed immediately, it would be the first step of many to make amends between herself and this young lady.
And this is where our story begins...