(18+) These Three Words | A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 8: Shea Butter Baby

Please excuse ANY errors.

November 5, 1998

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

The moment I opened my eyes, but I can't exactly see anything due to my clouded vision. My ears immediately began to ring. I took a deep exhale and my sense of smell kicked in causing me to breakout out into a coughing fit. At the moment, I have a hard time moving my neck because it's stiff. With struggle, and my vision slowly coming back, I was able to take a look at my surroundings. Cracked windshield... Broken glass... AND I'm upside down!

Panic struck and my heart began beating out of my fucking chest. That, the ringing of my ears, and my stiff neck is really making me panic. My attempt of opening the door failed. Why did I think that'd work? Wait a minute, I smell gas... Calm down, De... Calm down, De... Calm down, but think fast!

With quick thinking, I turned my head with a deep pain still in my neck to look out the window. It's cracked, but not completely broken. I covered my head with one arm to protect my head and unbuckled my seatbelt with my other hand. I fell on the ceiling of my car.

"Shit." I groaned, feeling some of the glass from the broken windshield go into my arm.

I turned my head and elbowed the window, breaking it further. When it shattered, I crawled out, trying my best not to cut myself again. BUT of course, I ended up cutting myself and I'm not too much worried about it, I'm too focused on getting out safely.

When I was halfway out, a car flew past my face and I quickly lifted my arm to cover my eyes.

"What the fuck?" My voice came out hoarsely.

I put my hands flat on the ground and hoisted my torso up off the ground. I pulled my knees forward, in a dog position and stood up. It was a struggle, but I made it. Some people are parked further down the street. I limped further away from my car. In the process, I caught sight of the other car and it's smashed in. I looked inside and didn't see anyone inside. When I was far enough, I took a good look at my car and I want to cry at how bad it looked.

I blanked out after I was hit. Some stupid motherfucker ran the red light and T-Boned me. Luckily, it wasn't on the driver's side though. They T-Boned me on the passenger side and the impact made the car flip. How many times? Once? Twice? A few times? I'm not completely sure. Anger kicked in. My car is fucked up. My shit is expensive. It's a fucking sports car!

"Who's the motherfucker who hit me!?" I yelled out angrily.

I looked around and saw some people standing to the side, but one particular guy stuck out like a sore thumb. The guy is in a squatting position with his hands intertwined at the back of his head, looking nervous. I rushed over to him and pushed him and he stumbled to the ground.

"Man what the fuck is yo problem!?" I yelled at him. "You could've killed me!"

"I- I- I'm s- sorry, man." He stuttered, almost falling back.

Okay, I shouldn't have done that. I exhaled and helped him up. "I'm sorry, man," I spoke as I heard sirens nearing.

"I- I- don't know what happened." He slurred and stuttered his words.