Set around 4 months ago
Dakota had just gotten off work from a small bar near East End. He stopped working for a month after Shilah was born to help Jade. After that, he would go to work every now and then at odd and end gigs at local bars or clubs. He'd work an hour or two as a bouncer or bartender, and then he'd get to play with his band. Already they had started getting a local cult underground following for their down home southern rock sound.
It was midnight, and Dakota was in a hurry to get back home. He was exhausted, a good exhausted. They played a great show, and the manager even asked then to come back this weekend for a big event. It helped that he knew most of the managers where he'd go to. But the night before he hadn't had much sleep because Shilah had been fussy all night. Like a good husband, he would take turns with Jade. Neither got much rest.
Dakota yawned and shook his head to keep him awake. He had to tell Jade about the event. Maybe they could get Rhy and Dean to watch the kids, and she could and see him play again. Ah, wishful thinking. Jade wouldn't let the baby out of her sight. Hell, neither of them did. He just felt it was the man's place to go back to work. Oh, but what a beautiful baby they had made.
He had tossed his cell phone into his old truck's passenger seat. No one bothered him at this time now with the baby, unless it was an emergency. So when his phone started to ring, it startled and surprised him greatly.
Trying to keep his eyes on the road, he reached around the seat for it. He finally felt it, then his big hand knocked it off into the floor.
"God bless!" he grumbled.
Dakota checked around, then reached out and leaned. "Come on, come on." With his fingertips, he locked onto it. He yanked it up and sat up straight.
Just then, a car slammed on its horn. Dakota had drifted into the other lane.
"Sh--!"
He yanked the wheel to the right hard and stomped on the brakes. His little red truck's back end was light. So as he swerved and tried to stop, his back end kept going. He was sent into the guard rail and bounced back into traffic. Another car t-boned him and spun him around. The force of the spin made the light truck flip onto its side.
Dakota slowly opened his eyes, splitting pain coursing through his head. He panned to the left, then panned to the right. Glass was everywhere. The windsheild was half busted out, and the left window was crushed under the weight of the truck.
"Dammit," he croaked out. His body was hanging to the left, strapped in only by the seatbelt. "Jade's gunna freak."
He patted himself and blinked a few times. He felt his head and felt the warm wettness of blood. Dakota swore, but then started to pick up some screaming and yelling. He guessed what few people that had been out on the road had gotten out of their cars. He sighed and pushed the release button on the seat belt. It was stuck.
"Well, sh--," he muttered.
The screaming grew louder. He looked up to see someone trying to flag down a quickly approaching log truck. It wasn't slowing down. He finally picked up on what the screaming was saying: "Get out of the truck! Someone get him out!"
The logging truck finally spotted the accident. But with the weight of its load and the speed he was going, it was going to be too late.
"No, no no!" Dakota shouted. "Come on! Let go of me! Come on!"
"Get out! Hurry!" Someone screamed.
"I can't! The seatbelt!" He screamed back. Unknowingly, fearful tears had started running down his face.
The truck's wheels were smoking at the force they were being made to stop. That wasn't stopping it. An object in motion stays in motion. His chocolate eyes grew wide and he knew how this was going to end. It was inches from him. Dakota set his head back and thought, "Shilah will never know." And everything went black.
Dakota had just gotten off work from a small bar near East End. He stopped working for a month after Shilah was born to help Jade. After that, he would go to work every now and then at odd and end gigs at local bars or clubs. He'd work an hour or two as a bouncer or bartender, and then he'd get to play with his band. Already they had started getting a local cult underground following for their down home southern rock sound.
It was midnight, and Dakota was in a hurry to get back home. He was exhausted, a good exhausted. They played a great show, and the manager even asked then to come back this weekend for a big event. It helped that he knew most of the managers where he'd go to. But the night before he hadn't had much sleep because Shilah had been fussy all night. Like a good husband, he would take turns with Jade. Neither got much rest.
Dakota yawned and shook his head to keep him awake. He had to tell Jade about the event. Maybe they could get Rhy and Dean to watch the kids, and she could and see him play again. Ah, wishful thinking. Jade wouldn't let the baby out of her sight. Hell, neither of them did. He just felt it was the man's place to go back to work. Oh, but what a beautiful baby they had made.
He had tossed his cell phone into his old truck's passenger seat. No one bothered him at this time now with the baby, unless it was an emergency. So when his phone started to ring, it startled and surprised him greatly.
Trying to keep his eyes on the road, he reached around the seat for it. He finally felt it, then his big hand knocked it off into the floor.
"God bless!" he grumbled.
Dakota checked around, then reached out and leaned. "Come on, come on." With his fingertips, he locked onto it. He yanked it up and sat up straight.
Just then, a car slammed on its horn. Dakota had drifted into the other lane.
"Sh--!"
He yanked the wheel to the right hard and stomped on the brakes. His little red truck's back end was light. So as he swerved and tried to stop, his back end kept going. He was sent into the guard rail and bounced back into traffic. Another car t-boned him and spun him around. The force of the spin made the light truck flip onto its side.
Dakota slowly opened his eyes, splitting pain coursing through his head. He panned to the left, then panned to the right. Glass was everywhere. The windsheild was half busted out, and the left window was crushed under the weight of the truck.
"Dammit," he croaked out. His body was hanging to the left, strapped in only by the seatbelt. "Jade's gunna freak."
He patted himself and blinked a few times. He felt his head and felt the warm wettness of blood. Dakota swore, but then started to pick up some screaming and yelling. He guessed what few people that had been out on the road had gotten out of their cars. He sighed and pushed the release button on the seat belt. It was stuck.
"Well, sh--," he muttered.
The screaming grew louder. He looked up to see someone trying to flag down a quickly approaching log truck. It wasn't slowing down. He finally picked up on what the screaming was saying: "Get out of the truck! Someone get him out!"
The logging truck finally spotted the accident. But with the weight of its load and the speed he was going, it was going to be too late.
"No, no no!" Dakota shouted. "Come on! Let go of me! Come on!"
"Get out! Hurry!" Someone screamed.
"I can't! The seatbelt!" He screamed back. Unknowingly, fearful tears had started running down his face.
The truck's wheels were smoking at the force they were being made to stop. That wasn't stopping it. An object in motion stays in motion. His chocolate eyes grew wide and he knew how this was going to end. It was inches from him. Dakota set his head back and thought, "Shilah will never know." And everything went black.