Crash (Billionaire New Adult Romance)(14)

He chuckled to himself and walked down the length of the train. I sighed  and followed him. Well, at least he hasn't lost his sense of humor.

Inside the train, we took seats that had a table so that Tom could sit  on top. His yellow eyes glowed through the slits of the cage. A  plaintive, low meow warbled through the recycled air.

"Quiet, Tom."

Desperate for a long nap, Will suddenly sank in his seat and used his  arms over the table as a pillow. I leaned against the window and watched  the English countryside roll beside me. There were patches of yellow  fields everywhere, and small, idyllic hamlets that simply didn't exist  in California. I marveled at all of the open space. Living in  California, I was accustomed to seeing every available patch of land  crammed with as many homes as possible.

It was hard to believe that I was really here. I blinked and felt my eyelids scrape over my eyes.

"Anything from the trolley?"

I shook my head and the coffee cart moved past me. The lull of sleep was too strong with the gentle rocking motion of the train.



After Will shook me awake, I got to my feet and followed him off the train, thoroughly exhausted.

"Jesus, I don't think I've ever done so much traveling in one day."

I felt really sorry for Tom, who had long ago given up on voicing his  displeasure. Now we had to drive towards our destination. Luckily, the  car rental was right next to the train station.

Outside was a wet, dreary expanse of concrete and gray skies. I wrapped  my jacket around myself, shivering already as we walked to the car.  We're definitely not in California anymore.

The real shock came when we went to the car, which could barely fit our  luggage. It was beyond bizarre to sit on the left side, where the driver  would normally sit back home. Tom was in the backseat and Will made  sure to weave the seat belt through the cage.

"It's okay, Tommy. We'll be there soon," he crooned. "You can stop rolling your eyes at me," he said with his back facing me.

"Whatever. Let's just go."

Will shifted into gear and our tiny car sped out of the train station. I  gripped my seat as we joined roundabout after roundabout. God, this is  confusing. We only had a split second to decide which exit to take, but  luckily the GPS we used was quite thorough. Finally, we entered the  highway and I felt a bit of normalcy.

The English countryside was beautiful to look at. The deep green hills,  the flocks of sheep, the little hamlets with their gardens and parishes  reminded me of all the pastoral watercolor paintings I used to study in  college. I closed my eyes and listened to the classic music playing in  the radio.

"NATALIE!"

Screaming pierced my ears. Both a high-pitched, animal sound and the  sound of terrified sobbing. My eyes snapped open and I felt the car  trembling. I looked to my right and saw Will's face rigid with fear. I  jumped in my seat.

He was hunched over the steering wheel, driving at a speed that was way,  way too fast. He gulped for air and one hand clutched his chest.  White-hot fear seized my heart. We passed a smoking, twisted tangle of a  car wreck and I realized that we could have the same fate.

"Will, stop the car!"

"I can't breathe," he said hoarsely.

I couldn't think. The cat kept screaming, even it knew something was wrong.

"WILL, STOP THE FUCKING CAR!"

We barreled towards slow traffic. I reached over without thinking and  yanked on the parking break. The car made an ungodly screech and my  seatbelt cut into my stomach. Smoke billowed around the windows and I  screamed, adding my voice to the shrieking behind me. I braced myself  for the impact, but by some miracle the car ground to a halt only a  millimeter from the next car's bumper.

My heart felt like it was injected with a large dose of caffeine. The  fear still pounded through my body with every rush of blood. Will  gripped the wheel, looking like he was going to faint. He unbuckled  himself and opened the door. Smoke curled inside the car. He collapsed  beside the window.         

     



 

"Will!"

I hastily unbuckled myself and ran around the car to see William hunched  over with his head between his knees. I stooped down next to him on the  concrete and rubbed his back. What the fuck just happened?

"Are you hurt? What happened?"

His head peeked out from his knees, glancing at the wreck half a mile  down the highway. The blood drained from his face as ambulance sirens  screamed. The blue and red lights flashed across his face. For a moment,  I thought that he might be dead.

I squeezed his shoulders and shook him. "Will? Snap out of it!"

His eyes slid over to me uncomprehendingly. My fingernails bit into his shoulder. No response.

I shot out with my hand, slapping his face a little too hard. His head  whipped to the left but he caught himself on the ground. He squeezed his  eyes shut as if I had really hurt him and his shoulders began to shake.

"Oh my God, Will! I didn't mean-"

"I'm sorry," he said in a small voice.

"I'm going to get help."

"No!" He lashed out and gripped my arm.

"Will, don't be fucking stupid! You had a-"

"Panic attack," he said, his face gradually returning to its normal color. "I have PTSD. It happens."

"It happens? It happens?"

Will winced at the shriek in my voice.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I shoved him so hard that he fell  back on his elbows, looking at me with a mixture of fear and guilt. "Why  the fuck didn't you tell me? We could have died!"

He sat upright and buried his face in his hands. "I know."

People were getting out of their cars and walking towards us with looks of concern on their faces. "You all right?"

I grimaced. "Will, you need to go to the hospital."

"No. I've done this before. There's nothing you can do for panic attacks. It'll be a waste of time."

"But-"

"Let's just go!" He stood up shakily, his back turned firmly away from the wreck.

"If you think I'm going to let you drive us you're out of your mind."

Will looked at my determined face and gave me a small nod. I approached the left side of the car out of habit and swore.

"You sure you're all right, love?"

"We're fine!" I said in a high-pitched voice.

Yes, everything's fine. I'm about to drive stick shift for the first time in a decade. Everything's swell!

I sat in the driver's seat with Will chewing his thumb next to me,  looking uncharacteristically self-conscious. Everything was on the wrong  side.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"You'll get the hang of it. Just relax."

"You relax!" I snapped.

I started the car and stalled it. People were starting to honk at us  from behind. I turned the key again and floored the gas, burning the  clutch but finally moving forward. I relaxed as I shifted into second  gear and drove down the highway, following the GPS.

"Okay," I began. "Want to tell me what the hell that was about?"

I eyed him beadily but he sat there clam-like. I wanted to reach over and throttle him.

"I was involved in a car accident years ago and that's all you need to know."

A light flickered in my head. "So when you see car wrecks, you freak out?"

Pain was etched all over his face as blatant as a Greek mask. "They can trigger episodes, yes."

"What happened?"

He shook his dark head, his wide eyes looking everywhere but me. "Natalie, please."

Whatever it was, it was bad. That only added fuel to the curiosity  burning inside me. Though, the guilt in his voice didn't make it too  hard to guess what probably happened.

You must despise me.

He killed someone.

The head-rush almost made me black out and my palms suddenly felt greasy  over the steering wheel. I stared straight ahead, afraid to look at him  with judgment in my eyes.

That was probably what happened. He killed someone-or maimed them so badly that life would never be the same.

Stop speculating. You don't know anything.

"Think you figured it out, haven't you?" he said in a harsh voice.

I gave my head a little shake. "Nope."

He snorted but said nothing more.

We kept the conversation light. I had no desire to send him into another panic attack while I was driving.

It was finally time to get off the highway, a moment I dreaded. I edged up behind the cars leading to the roundabout.

"Take the third exit."

"Third exit? What does that mean?"

Will's face contorted strangely as he fought to keep a straight face.  "It means you leave the roundabout at the third exit. You can count,  right?"         

     



 

I gritted my teeth. How could someone be so damn annoying? I watched the  cars sliding into the roundabout. There appeared to be two lanes.

"Crap. I am so stressed out."

"Don't be stressed out, Natalie. You'll get used to it. I promise."

Now it was my turn. I had to wait until there was a gap between the cars  zooming from the right. We whirled around in a circle and I almost  didn't notice the first exit.

"Shit! Which one is it?"