Episode 3: RECONCILIATION
The headlights from Dallas's car covered the road ahead of us. The engine in his mustang roared as he stepped on the gas. We lurched forward. I looked over at Dallas. He gave me a strange look. I just told him where Caroline was living. He didn't seem very happy.
I smiled, thinking to myself: Caroline was only staying an hour away, in Morrisville, with another host family and she was already attending a different school.
Dallas stepped on the gas a little. He weaved the car a bit and then straightened out.
"Watch the road," I said, looking at the road.
Dallas looked kind of pissed. He reached under the seat, and pulled out a small bottle of bourbon. Dallas uncapped it. He took a deep swig. Dallas wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He threw the cap at my feet.
"You, it's just, always --you," Dallas said, accusingly.
I looked at him.
"What do you mean?"
Dallas took another swig.
"I mean shit, I am the one on the fuckin baseball team," Dallas said looking at me --his eyes full of disgust.
"Those two should be fighting over me...stupid bitches," he slurred.
I suddenly wanted him to stop the car. Dallas stepped on the gas, the engine roared and the car lurched forward, again.
I looked at the speedometer and it moved to 80 MPH.
"What?..." I said, trying to remain calm
"...Caroline and Lisa?"
Dallas finished the bottle, rolled down the window, then threw the bottle into the darkness.
"Yeah, I mean, shit, why can't I have someone like that?" Dallas said, looking over at me.
Dallas swerved into oncoming traffic.
"Why do you get Lisa and that....that...super-hot chick from Germany, huh?" Dallas said, raising his voice.
I sat there for a moment.
"Slow down--"
"--Fuck slow DOWN!" Dallas said. The car's engine roared again. The speedometer went to 90.
Car lights appeared on the road ahead.
"Look, man, I didn't make anyone fall in love with me..." I said, trying to explain.
"--I said 'Dibs' and you fucked me, your best friend...you fucked ME!" Dallas said, pointing to his chest.
I sat there thinking. I looked up, and...it finally hit me.
"It was you," I said, turning towards him. Dallas smiled this sinister grin.
"You told Missy...about me...and Caroline," I said.
I sat up in my seat. I balled up my fists --glaring at him. I wanted to knock his teeth out.
"You're goddamn right I did!" he said, putting his hands up in the air.
"Just like Lisa --Caroline's way too good for you! She deserves so much better, than to be with a GODDAMN loser like you!" he yelled, staring at me.
"Dallas, a car!" I said, pointing to the car.
Dallas didn't break eye contact. I looked at Dallas. He squinted at me with pure hatred.
Without warning, he pulled his fist back and hit me. I saw stars. My face stung right under my left eye.
Dallas looked over at the road. He swerved, then hit the brakes, they locked for a second. We spun around in huge circles.
I screamed.
The on-coming car beeped its horn; it clipped our tail. Our tires screamed, then, with a sick, heavy thud we slammed into the ditch. My seatbelt held.
I looked over.
Dallas wasn't wearing a seatbelt. He didn't move. I sat there looking around. The car's engine idled, and the blinker was on for some reason.
Blood ran down Dallas's face, his nose looked flattened. He was leaning to the side, away from me, but he was breathing.
I heard some tires squeal to a stop. A car door opened and closed; somebody approached the car.
Darkness washed over me...
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I sat in my car down the street from Caroline's new house. It was late afternoon. The sun blinded my eyes as I scanned the area. I pulled down the visor. I looked into the rearview mirror at my reflection. My tan face seemed to have aged several years. My eyes were a little bloodshot. The bruise under my eye was deep purple, almost black. I wouldn't have told anyone, but I still thought I was a pretty handsome guy, even if I looked like shit. Suddenly, I felt guilty for thinking this; I must be crazy.
I was parked down the street but still quite a distance from Caroline's new house. I hoped she couldn't see me from here. Missy said that Caroline didn't want me contacting her --ever.
Still, I couldn't believe it when Lisa said that her mother had worked with Caroline's new host family. It was clear that Lisa's mom was a social butterfly, who worked for the Chamber of Commerce in Morrisville.
Lisa also said that her mom, Jill Dennis, really wanted a new Mercedes this year, and was hoping Caroline's new host mom, Melinda Miller would help her get a good price on one. I guess Caroline's new host family, namely, Ken and Melinda, owned a couple of high-class car dealerships here in Morrisville. Good for them.
Suddenly, I thought of Dallas, again --that asshole.
I was still pissed at Dallas, he should have kept his mouth shut. I thought of him, laying in the hospital bed. What a jerk. Lucky for him, he was okay. But his head had gotten beaten-up pretty bad in that car crash. I think he was going to have to endure some brain tests, too. He already had a couple of seizures --at least that's what his mother told my mom. I tried to talk to him, but he just told me to stay away.
Some friend he turned out to be.
I guess the small town of Collier was like that. It had been a couple weeks after the accident. And Dallas's car was completely totaled. The cops said we were both lucky to be alive.
The front of Caroline's house was plush and upscale. All the houses in this neighborhood were really nice, these people --they had money. There was a huge, green yard with bushes bordering the house. A long driveway sat in a huge semi-circle right in front of the yard. I'd bet every fuckin' house has both a hot-tub and a swimming pool.
Sesh.
I saw Caroline step out the door. I felt my heart drop. She was with an older man, maybe her host-father, Ken?
Caroline had darkened her hair. She had her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. I felt my heart jump in my chest. She talked to Ken with a smile on her face. She laughed. I missed hearing her voice. I felt some tears well up in my eyes.
Caroline wore these skin-tight, aquamarine, spandex shorts that clearly showed her amazing hips and curves. Caroline also wore a white, spandex tank-top that pushed her breasts against her chest. The tank-top matched the white accent running up her shorts. She also wore some white running shoes. She was holding an ipod and some green headphones were stuck in her ears. Caroline looked like she might be going jogging.
When did she start doing that?
I wiped my eyes and stared at her. Ken Miller wore some khaki pants and a white, polo t-shirt. He was a thin man about my height with neatly, combed, grey-silver hair. Ken couldn't be more than 55 or so. Ken pulled some sunglasses from his pocket, and headed for the red mercedes convertible sitting only feet from them both. Caroline said something to him and he smiled at her. She waved to him, turned and then began jogging down the long driveway towards the sidewalk.
Ken glared at her butt as she headed towards the main street. I gritted my teeth.
Ken finally got in his car. He drove in the opposite direction of Caroline.
Here's my chance.
I watched as Caroline went to my left down the sidewalk; Ken drove off down the street to my right. I waited until his red mercedes disappeared over the hill. I started my car, stepped on the gas, turned left and headed towards Caroline. She jogged straight down the sidewalk.
I turned straight, the same way Caroline went.
I followed her.
She jogged an entire block before I began catching up with her, besides, I wanted to get some distance between us and her house. I eased the car forward, watching her body smoothly move up and down on the clean sidewalk.
I drove slowly, turned right and circled the block once. Caroline faded from my rearview mirror.
Huge houses and small trees surrounded this neighborhood. I felt a little panicked.
What the fuck was I going to say?
I quickly hit the gas, and retraced my path from before. Caroline appeared on the sidewalk in front of me. I blew past her, but she didn't seem to notice. I made it to the end of the block, and parked my car.
Caroline looked up; she spotted my car. She stopped dead in her tracks, breathing heavy.