After We Collided Novels & Stories

"I swear, Harlow. I swear I didn't have sex with her. I have been locked in my room for a week. I didn't come out until I heard your voice. I swear, sweetheart. I swear. I would never do-" I'm cut off when I hit a patch of ice. I feel my tires lose their traction and I start to spin. I try to turn the wheel, to even myself out, but I can't find any purchase. I start to panic and slam on the brake but that only makes it worse. I spin again, but come to an abrupt stop. I hear the sickening sound of metal crunching, my head bouncing back painfully as the airbag deploys. My whole body jolts at the sudden impact, my mind going hazy and my body numb.

Azriel said with worry. “No, I need to say it. I saw—” Just as Elijah's name was about to slip past my lips, a large truck drove towards us with so much speed and the two cars collided in the middle of the road. The intensity of the collision knocked our car as it doubled over, making me black out in seconds.

Adrian's voice surged—. Close—. Right there—. And then—. They collided—. Not physically—. But completely—. And the moment they did—. Everything went dark.

I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him forward, my vision red. “Don’t you dare say it! Don’t you f**ing* say she’s dead! She’s not! She’s not dead!” It took two men to pull me off him. Then silence. Only the sound of waves outside the hangar. “Today’s our anniversary,” I heard myself whisper. “She said she’d be back before sunset.” I had planned a celebration. Now it was a funeral. I couldn’t stay there any longer. I went back to the chapel where we’d been married.

My body slammed against the door, but then headlights blinded us — another car was rushing straight from the opposite direction toward us. I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut but instead of hitting us, that car crashed right into Darien’s coming behind us. The sound of metal smashing into metal made my ears ring. My eyes flew open, my head whipping back. All I could see was the mess behind us — Darien’s car colliding with the other vehicle, both spinning slightly as they tried to recover. "We lost them," Nathan said, relief washing over his tired voice. "Yes," I muttered, almost in disbelief. My lips trembled, but then a shaky smile spread across my face. For the first time in what felt like

I was seated in the middle watching the car in front of us. We were following them behind, which they seem to have noticed as they tried dodging us, but we managed to follow them. It worked in our favour as they took the road, which seemed to have no cars at all. "Rear-end collision!” One of my men instructed, and the one driving hit their car, causing their car to drive without control as it ended up hitting a tree. It didn’t cause any damage to us, as my men all took their guns and ran out.

I fell more than once but picked myself up and continued on my track right away. We met halfway, and I collided into him like nothing else mattered in the world. Well, technically, nothing else mattered to me.

As we collided, I wrapped my hands around his head, pulling back with all my strength. I heard the inevitable snap of his neck as we both crashed to the ground. As the wind was taken from my lungs, I rolled over, groaning in pain. Before I could move another inch, I smelled Amelie and took her scent in. She was alive. We were both alive. I felt her hands wrap around my neck, and I felt all was right with the world. Whatever we had to face, we would do so together.

I wake up extremely late the next day. And bump my head against the headboard, followed by a loud groan. I think that is the moment Robert stirs awake. But I am already stumbling off the bed. Sheet hooking around my ankle, and I stumble over, hands thrown forward to prevent my face from crashing against the white tiles. Left hip coming into contact with the hard floor. A sharp jolt of pain cruise through my entire left leg. Omph!

The car thudded against rocks or something else and careened sideways, tumbling into shrubs and dirt. The silence following our crash was deafening as we all looked warily around, trying to spot any sudden movement. “What was that?” Cassie groaned while holding her head with her hand. “Rogues,” Elijah answered that immediately made all the sleep drive off our eyes. “Tyler, Gavin. Slowly get out. Violet, stay with Cassie in the car.” “But Cassie looks hurt” I said, looking at the thin line of blood trickling down her left temple.