Miracles Short Story pt.1

             The phone was ringing off the hook as if someone had programmed it to never quit. The timer on the stove was going off with incessant beeping, and the baby upstairs was crying as if the world was coming to an end all around her. For Terri, it was all too much. She kept telling herself that if she could just get through this moment, just get through today, she would be fine. She could be happy again. She wanted to believe that this was all temporary, that somehow someway, it would get better. But she knew that it couldn't be true. Not for her. Not after the choices that she'd made. She'd gotten herself into this mess after all. If she was truly honest with herself, she would admit that her life was an all-deserved outcome of things that she had done. What did she expect?

            The reality of the situation was that she hated her life. Hated everything about it, hated herself. The only ray of sunshine, the only thing that kept her from jumping headfirst from the grips of her existence was Charlie. Charlie, her precious boy. He had just turned three the previous month, and though he was certainly a handful, he kept her going. Already without a father, she had to do everything in her power to save him the loss of his mother as well. She worked two jobs and sixty hours a week trying to ensure that he would have the best life possible. Terri knew one thing without a doubt. She would do anything in the whole world for Charlie, and nothing could keep her from him.

          The daily routine was exhausting, and always the same.  Terri would wake at 6:50 after catching a few medically-induced hours of sleep. After showering and doing her best to look like a respectable woman, she would strap Charlie into her old beat-up Chevy and drive him to daycare. Little Tyke's Child Center was perfect for them because it was perfectly placed between both of her jobs. Also, it was owned and operated by an older woman and her granddaughters, and was the only place she could afford to take him every day. Terri strapped Charlie into his car-seat, turned on the radio, and pulled out of the parking lot of their apartment building. It wasn't much but it was enough for the two of them. She drove towards the exit and waited to turn left at the stop sign. Charlie started to cry in the backseat. She looked back and tried to comfort him, but when she did she didn't notice her foot slip off of the break. As she was trying to calm Charlie down, the car started rolling out into the street. She started to feel it, and quickly turned around, but it wasn't quick enough. She looked just in time to see a truck coming toward them at full speed as if they hadn't seen them at all. She tried to break but she was already in the street and before she knew it, the truck was upon them. She screamed and grabbed the wheel, but the impact came and everything went black.

       
....To Be Continued...