As I slowly open my eyes, I am immediately struck by a pounding headache, and fuck does it hurt like a bitch. But that is not my concern. My concern is Zoe, and as I look over at her, I am so fucking relieved that she is still there. Though how I do not know. So I abandon my seat in an instant and rush over to her side; as I open her door, her limp body falls out from the seat. My heart stops, and I cannot fucking breathe.
"Fuck Zoe!"
I can only utter two words as I pull her from the car and gently lay her body on the ground. It is goddamn terrifying seeing the cut on her forehead where she hit the front seat. She was not wearing her goddamn seatbelt even after I ask her to. What did she say, 'It is too tight,' well, girl, that damn dress is tight.