Monday, December 1, 2008

To Say "Hello" To An Alarmed Goodbye

Crash No: 16
Fault No:(According to authorities "mine")5
Injuries: Me: none
Mother: Whiplash
Father: Fractured Knee, authritis in lower-back; all due to being run over by (second)truck.
The first: An 18-wheeler (years before tonight)
Second: '99 Cheve.

As I told my sister, "I know I'm not going to sleep." It just keeps on replaying in my mind. But before we do the schematics of the crash, it can only written as in the following sequences of events.
On Saturday I discovered that my mother had it's second break in it's radiator. I got her and my father to come pick me up from my sister's house, via-my car. We decided to drop off my mom's car at my sister's house so my dad and I could fix it tomorrow. In the eight minutes it took for us to get from a couple blocks away from where the car was parked to my sister's house my car's radiator had sprung a leak. For some reason, I think due to my front right break being fucked, we came up with the solutions that we were going to take my mum's car back to Summerville. We stopped to try and fix it but by the time we got to the Air Force base; about 12 miles from the house, the car was pretty much ready to fucking explode. We got a block away from Ashley Phosphate, from Dorchester; about 10 miles from the house, when we came to a stop light and the car stalled out. We all thought, "well, luckily we're stalled next to the gas station!" Unfortunately we were two medians; not blocked medians, and four lanes from the gas station.
So pop and I decide that we need to push it, of course, and my mom steer. I'm saying this in the most lucky way that I can, fucking seriously. When we were tryin to push the car we couldn't and figured that the parking break was on. So my dad went to tell my mother that it was and to push it down. I was looking behind me because of traffic and I noticed that a car was coming and wasn't slowing down. I decided that I would move out the way until my father came back to the car and the car was still coming and I noticed it wasn't switching lanes to avoid us so I stepped into the median and my dad starting heading to the rear to start pushing and I remember just wanting to shout "JUMP!" All that came out was, "WAIT!WAIT!WAIT!" Then, the truck had collided with ours and my dad had got flown into the air.
Need I remind you that I was standing from the side watching all of this. I thought that my father would roll on top of the hood because he got thrown up, but it turned out that the momentum that pushed our car forward had created a suction and pulled him under. This was the scariest part. He did not get run over but he did get pushed and dragged by the front passenger tire, doing a 360 degree roll under the truck; I thought his head had also done a FULL 360 DEGREE TURN automatically killing him. I ran up to him and he fucking-amazingly-through-some-luck-of-fate got up and WALKED FROM UNDERNEATH THE TRUCK! I sat him down, while dialing 911 and checked on my mother.
Usually I'm the one who is getting taken care of during times like these, so this was my first time, EVER IN MY LIFE, having to dial and report, speak with the cops and the mother fucker who almost killed my dad. After a while my mother spoke with the cops and old guy and then my dad came to and spoke to both as well before going to the hospital. All I can type now is thank Whomever that it was this and not any worse; this would have not been typed at all because I would probably be fucking dead if I decided to not look behind me. My father is home and getting rest.
As far as retaliation actions go: the cops, as was written in the beginning, said that we were at fault because we were in the middle of the street and our car was busted and there is no proof that the light was red or green.
The retaliation action we recieved from our friend whom is a lawyer: If you had your emergency lights on, which we did, and that we were hit from behind, which we were, that man is at fault. I gathered this legal course by myself but not only can we take him to court for Car VS. Car but also for Car VS Man. Like I wrote and said before, I know I'm not going to sleep, so if you want to talk or text or message me do so. I'm still in something of a "shock."

I just want to go on vacation and not worry.

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