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Engl414 Transitionaldraft Shortstorysubmission Theimpaladriver
Engl414 Transitionaldraft Shortstorysubmission Theimpaladriver
I practically skip out of the office and run to my car. My keys jingle in my hands,
unlocking the door. Once in my car, I turn on the radio, where Katrina and the Waves greet me:
“I'm walking on sunshine, whoa! And don't it feel good!” It does. It does feel good.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, toying with the concept of calling Kevin. I’ll just
surprise him with my promotion when I get home, instead. He’ll know that all my late nights
Her tires glide along the pavement, and out of the parking garage. Down, down, down,
we go: 3rd level. 2nd level. 1st level. I take her around the corner, and we stop at the light. My
hands slide gently over the top of the sleek leather steering wheel. What a beautiful machine.
Rosemary is a red Chevy Camaro ZL1 with black racing stripes, leather seats - 650 horsepower,
0-60 in 3.5 seconds. I rev the engine, staring at the stoplight, anticipating the green signal.
The engine buzzes with excitement as the little silver Impala pulls up to my right. I stare
down the driver and rev my engine. He revs his too, returning the look. Yeah. Like you’re going
to beat me in THAT. He gestures to the ½ mile stretch ahead, with a nod, shaking his soft, brown
curls. My shoulders shrug, revving Rosemary’s engine again, inching forward. He matches my
energy as we wait for green. I smirk, mouthing “You’re on,” watching the opposite lights
change: green, to yellow, to red. Here we go. I nod at the driver, staring down his brown eyes.
The light turns, I feel Rosemary move and listen to sounds of tires peeling on the road.
--
I was packing my bag, leaving the office for the first time in three days. It was 7 a.m. My
“I’m so sorry, baby.” I apologized to Rosemary, her passenger seat covered in McDouble
and McChicken wrappers, days’ worth. I left the parking garage and drove the one block to
Polly’s Fitness, where I was greeted by Greta as I walked in the door, my duffel bag in tow.
“Hello, again, Ella! Shower number 3 is ready for you, and I’ve already added
complimentary shampoo and conditioner, your favorite scents, since you are such a devote
“Thanks, Greta!” I headed to the front desk for our usual chat.
“I am so close to Communication Director; I just know it!” I felt the tiredness weigh me
down, physically. “I just want this job promotion so bad, so that I can get back home and plan
this wedding with Kevin. He’s not taking my work hours very well… often times he spends most
nights alone, but you know, we text, and I call when I can. He knows this will all be worth it
Greta nodded her head, understanding, “I get you. I get it. Kevin is a very lucky man, and
I nodded, tapped the counter, and headed towards the shower. “I hope you’re right…”
--
trying to clear my vision. I close them again, starting to panic, and open them slowly to find my
I try to lift my head. It’s as if a tornado is running its way through – a war path from one
side to the other. My eyes close to avoid the light, but instead I’m met with an insistent ringing.
“No, honey, don’t do that. You need to rest. Put that arm down now.” She walks straight
My eyes open again, and my mouth tries to speak. Nothing comes out.
“Don’t try to talk, now.” She moves her fingers to my lips to prevent me from talking,
“Okay, honey. We’ll up your pain medication in a little while.” She smiles, kindness in
her eyes.
“Shhhh. Shhh. Shhh. Oh, sweetie, don’t talk now. You just had brain surgery. Really, you
should just try to heal.” She stands at the nearby computer, punching in information. Click.
forehead, “Silly me. I shouldn’t expect you to remember what happened.” She looks calm and
her voice comes out soft, “Sweetie, you were in a car crash.”
I was WHAT?! My chest rises and falls a little faster – heart beating a little quicker.
“You, and the car next to you, both. From what the semi driver who hit you said, he just
lost control, running through the red light, and ramming straight into your driver’s door, which
shoved your car into the one next to you. I think it was an Impala? Don’t worry, though, the
other driver is fine. He has a sprained wrist and a couple bruises, but he’s going to be just fine.”
She rests her hand on mine, her eyes are warm, sympathetic. Her smile returns. “We’ll get you
all fixed up and send you on your way in just a few days. We just need to make sure your
Home. My heart beats in my head now. I can only feel my chest rising and falling, hear
Kevin. Home. I try to get up. I need to call Kevin. Where is he? Is he okay? Does he know
“Honey, stop! You have got to quit trying to move.” I felt firm arms on my shoulders.
She looks serious now, her smile leaves her face quickly. “Barnes, get in here!”
Kevin. I looked down at the ring sitting on my left hand. I need to call Kevin. Where is
he? Where exactly am I? I manage to push past the nurse, wires and tubes following me as I sit
up in bed. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and try to stand. Oh, good heavens, if only
my head. Kevin. I need to call Kevin. Where is he? Why isn’t he here? I try to stand, but fail,
falling when my left leg cast hits the floor and slips.
“Kev-” Strong arms envelop me, lift me from the ground and place me back in the bed as
--
I was having supper break at work again but decided to call Kevin.
“I really wish you’d just come home, Ella. It’s been so long since we’ve spent any real
“It’s not the same, love. We’re planning a wedding that is now mere months away, and I
“Soon, darling, soon. I am so close to this promotion. I can feel it! It’ll be worth it for us
both. I promise! We’ll finally be able to get you that matching Camaro you’ve always wanted,
and we’ll be able to afford living in our place without having to work overtime all the time.”
“But, why?” I questioned, “It speaks to our class and prestige. You have to have a place
like this to host the greatest parties at, or we’ll never get anywhere in our careers.”
I spoke up again, “How are the center pieces coming for the reception?” I questioned
completing them. She ran to get us some Chick Fil’ A for supper because she says we can’t stop
Krystal - my maid of honor, and my best friend. Ever since college, Kevin, Krystal, and I
had been inseparable. Krystal and I were roommates in the dorm freshman year; we quickly
became attached at the hip. Then I met Kevin, and instantly fell in love. Ever since then, the
three of us have done everything together. Krystal is kind of a player; she struggles to find her
“I’m telling you, Ella, Eian is the one for me!” Krystal said, after returning to Kevin’s
“Oh, is he now? That’s what you said about Trevor, Eli, Peter, George, and Jackson too.”
“When have you been able to hold a guy for longer than a month?” Kevin chimed in.
“Oh, shut up, Kevin. No one asked for your opinion.” Krystal giggled.
I looked at my watch. “Well, I gotta go, you guys. Thanks, Krystal, for helping with the
“Byeeeee!”
--
My eyes open slowly. The same stingy smell of the hospital room surrounds me. The
same tubes and wires come from my body. So, it wasn’t a dream.
But something’s different. I quickly realize I am not alone. Sitting in the corner sits a
familiar looking stranger whose brown hair looks shaggy. He sits lazily, as if he’s been there
awhile. His hands hold a magazine, one with a brace, and he turns a page before lifting his head.
The Impala driver smiles, “you know, we were starting to wonder if you were ever going
He cuts me off, “No, no. Don’t talk. I was given direct orders to not let you speak.” He
stands, and my eyes follow his tall frame as he heads towards the door.
Once again, I am alone. My vision has cleared, so my eyes wander around the room - the
white ceilings, white walls, brown trim. To a door across the room, which I can only assume is
the bathroom, the cushioned chair by the window… to the machine sitting to my right, beeping
I hear voices in the hallway. My eyes dart quickly towards the door, where the Impala
driver is standing just outside, chatting with my nurse. After a few quick sentences exchanged,
he walks back in the room, sits in the chair beside my bed, and returns to thumbing through the
I can’t help but stare. Who the heck are you? His brown curls - the perfect length for his
oval face, longer on the top and shorter on the sides, look freshly combed. His deep, brown eyes
study the pages in front of him. I shuffle in the sheets, moving the pillow behind my head.
“Nope.” He interrupts me. “No words. Don’t do it.” He lifts his head, a playful smirk on
his face.
My brows furrow in confusion and frustration.
His shoulders shrug, before his eyes widen at the realization that I just spoke. He holds
his pointer finger up at me, signaling one. “Jus-” he leaves the room.
The Impala driver returns again a few minutes later, this time with a man in a white
jacket and a stethoscope around his neck. “This is Dr. Montgomery,” he says, gesturing to the
“Liam, that is my line, and you know that.” The new doctor scolds the Impala driver, who
Dr. Montgomery rolls his eyes and shakes his head before his attention returns to me.
“Hello, miss. My name is Dr. Adam Montgomery, and you’ve met Dr. Thomas here. I am the
neurosurgeon who was assigned to your case. Liam, here, tells me you’ve spoken. This is very
good news!”
“Let me start over. You have a TBI, that is a traumatic brain injury, which was caused by
the impact of the semi-truck hitting the driver’s side of your vehicle. You also have a fractured
left leg. When the semi hit your car, the impact caused a trauma to your head, creating a bleed in
your frontal lobe. When you arrived in the emergency room, you were quickly rushed to surgery,
where I was assigned as your surgeon to stop the bleed. The bleed has since been stopped and we
were hoping you’d recover for a little while before we had you speak.”
“But, why?” I interrupt him.
“The frontal lobe of the brain is this part here,” he says while pointing to the part of the
“It controls movement and speech, so we wanted you to give your brain a little bit of time
to heal before we tested your speech and motor skills. We wanted to let your brain heal since one
of the possible complications is permanent damage to speech and we did not want to risk any
strain on the injury. Now, I know this is a lot to take in, but it’s been a few days since the crash,
and you have been in and out of consciousness. We are going to run some tests, but if they come
back successful, you will be released from the hospital today or tomorrow.”
Dr. Montgomery reaches into his pocket, pulling out a smart phone with a sparkly pink
case and the matching sparkly pink purse that were once sitting in my glove box. “First, I need to
give you these, Miss-” he cuts his sentence, reading my ID, “Ella Wently.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, miss, but your car made it as far as a junkyard.”
“Crap. This is NOT what I need right now.” I lift my hand to my face, massaging my
temple the way Kevin does when I have a migraine. Wait, Kevin. “Wait, where’s Kevin? Why
hasn’t anyone called him? Why hasn’t he come for me? We were just making up. Where is he?”
“Who’s Kevin?”
“My fiancé!”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but no one but Dr. Thomas, Nurse Jacobs, and I have been in your
room. Let me get Nurse Jacobs to see if she knows anything about, Kevin, was it?” My head
nods as my heart slumps in my chest. Dr. Montgomery’s pager beeps. Instinctively, he looks
down at it. “Now, I have to head out,” he hands a clipboard and pen to Liam, “but if the two of
you could get this filled out, that would be great!” He quickly leaves the room, leaving me with
“Yeah, but I’ve been working so many late nights at work trying to get this promotion,
that I can’t even remember the last time I saw Kevin…” frustrated, my brows scrunch and my
fingers fidget with the blanket, trying to remember. “I finally got it. I was promoted to
Communications Director the same day the crash happened. I was heading home to tell Kevin, to
let him know that all the nights we spent apart were finally paying off.”
Liam nods his head, understanding. “My girlfriend and I split because of all the night
“Pediatrician.” Dang, he’s cute AND good with kids. Quit it, you are engaged.
I nod my head, impressed, before laughing. “Wait, so you are a doctor. Why the heck do
Liam chuckles. “You see, med school is EXPENSIVE, and I’m still trying to pay it off.
Forget style, that Impala is perfect for getting to and from work.” He smiles. Butterflies fill the
empty pit in my stomach. Stop it. You have Kevin. But I can’t help it, I blush anyway.
“Sooooo, what was your name again?” Liam asks with a smirk.
“Oh, my word, where are my manners. My name is Ella, Ella Wently.”
“Nice to meet you, Ella.” He says, extending his hand, “Liam Thomas.”
I accept his handshake, with a smile, forgetting all about Kevin, just for a moment.
--
A couple days later, Liam is opening the passenger door of his impala, grabbing my
crutches me, and helping me get in as we leave the hospital. Over the last couple days, Liam’s
helped me through all the tests, treatments, and therapies to ensure I am ready to go home. Now
that I have passed them all with flying colors, I worry about what happens next. There’s a
sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, tied in knots, the whole drive home. I sit in silence for
Liam breaks the silence, “So, I know you’ve been through a lot, and I wanted to know if
you would keep in touch.” His cheeks flush, and I realize it took a lot of courage for him to ask.
I feel my cheeks flush in return. “Oh, yeah? What am I? Just another patient to you?” I
“I mean…I did just help nurse you back to health.” Liam responds with a smile.
“At your service,” he replies, laughing, his eyes glancing between the road and me. His
Once we arrive at the penthouse, Liam puts my key in the door and opens it for me.
There’s something about it. It feels surprisingly empty. I sit on a barstool at the counter, where a
note sits, waiting for me. Handwriting, I know so well, with my name on the front of the
envelope.
I have always loved you, and you know I always will. After spending an unknown
number of days alone in this apartment, I have decided I can no longer stand the sight of
your empty chair when we are supposed to be planning a life together, not one apart.
I was not built for this type of relationship, so I have decided to move on. By the time
you read this, I will have already packed the U-Haul and gone. Don’t worry about me. I
Don’t be mad, and don’t hate her. She made it so I didn’t have to be alone.
Regards,
Kevin
My heart sinks. My head floods with questions. How could he do this to me? Who is she?
Doesn’t he realize I did this for us? Why didn’t he come see me? He’s listed as my emergency
contact. That means it was intentional. WHAT A JERK! I feel myself beginning to fume.
I had forgotten all about Liam. My demeanor changes. “Liam, I’m so sorry. I-”
“He left you, didn’t he?” He interrupts, a knowing glance in his eyes.
“Oh, Ella, I am so sorry.” As if his body was thinking for him, he automatically wraps me
--
Two weeks later, I find myself sitting on the stool in the kitchen, crying, again.
In my hand, sit two envelopes. The first one, Kevin’s envelope breaking up with me. The
--
The next morning, I get up and get ready for work, the only thing I can use as a
distraction from Kevin leaving me. But not just for anyone, either. Some best friend she was.
How long has their affair gone on? Why didn’t I see the signs?
I can’t afford this penthouse anymore either and apartment search in the Big Apple is no
picnic. After two weeks of not working, I can’t even afford rent for next month. I stare at myself
in the mirror, having spent way too much time trying to cover my bruises from the crash with
makeup, and sigh. It was no use. 10 pounds of makeup wouldn’t be enough to lighten the areas
My phone rings. The screen reads: Caitlyn. My boss. Why would she be calling?
“Hello?”
“Hey, Ella. I’m so sorry about Kevin! I got Krystal’s invitation in the mail yesterday but
“Anyway, I know you asked for two weeks off, but with everything going on, I’m going
to put you down for another three weeks. A mandatory furlough that you will use to recover and
recuperate. Then you can come back, start your new position. We need our leaders strong and
My fingers toy with the concept of texting Liam, who has become like a long-lost friend
in the last two weeks, but I don’t. We made an agreement to chat every day as we both recover
from the trauma of the crash. We are supposed to check in every morning and night, and if the
other doesn’t respond within an hour, know that something might be wrong. Instead of sending
My life is a mess.
unsalvageable. But don’t worry, the man running the junkyard made sure to tell me that I was
How can so much change in such a short time period? I can’t even walk for pete’s sake.
My phone buzzes. I ignore it. Instead, I drag my head off the countertop, grab the plate
next to me and throw it at the wall. I watch it shatter, then grab my crutches and hobble to the
terrace. The sun mocks me with its joyous rays as I open the sliding door. I don’t even make it to
the chair before my mouth opens, letting out a thunderous yell. “AHHHHHHHHHH!”
My phone buzzes again, and once more I ignore it. I turn on the stereo sitting by the
ledge, hoping to be met with something soothing, but instead, I am met with the same voices I
once celebrated. Katrina and the Waves greet me: “I'm walking on sunshine, whoa! And don't it
feel good!”
Kevin ripped himself from my life. And just like that, it was gone. I watch it fall - down, down,
Its destruction should have made me happy, but instead, the weight of everything brings
me down on the chair nearby, dropping my crutches next to it. My voice comes out soft, a
--
I don’t know how much time passed before a knock on the door interrupts my tears. At
“Ella? You home?” the smooth, familiar, voice of Dr. Thomas floats across the apartment
Interrupting my thoughts with a jolt, my body takes over. Hands reach for crutches,
crutches hobble my sore, tired body across the hardwood floor, slipping in the living room, but
I open the door to find Liam’s six-foot frame filling the doorway. Words immediately
start spilling out of his mouth, “Ella, I’ve been calling you.” His right-hand scratches the back of
his head, almost nervous. His curls are ruffled. “You didn’t answer, so I got worried and came
My mouth opens, but no words come out. He lifts his head, and our eyes meet. His search
mine into my very soul. I never felt more vulnerable, or more safe, than in that very moment. My
eyes well, and a single tear makes its way over the edge of my eyelid. It doesn’t make it to my
Without a word, he closes the door behind him, and helps me hobble to the couch. He
takes his place beside me and wraps me in an embrace. I let the tears fall, listening to the
Nothing else exists. No Kevin. No Krystal. Just Liam. Two lost hearts searching for hope,