Start from scratch.

“Kimberly, can you please answer my very simple question?,”his voice was in a stoical tone,his eyes darting to his left.Kimberly fumbled in her seat,pulling a loose thread from her patterned skirt.She bit her bottom lip,twiddling her thumbs because apparently pulling a loose thread lost her attention.
He sighed.His grip on the steering wheel tighten,his knuckles getting white.He shot her a look and asked,”Kimberly,I’m asking you again.Why the hell did you do that?” Kimberly looked at him,her eyes innocuous. She sat in a daze,this time shuffling her feet,attempting to click her Manolo’s as if she was Dorothy. I sat back,my ears still intact with the headphones of my iPod.That’s them,with their daily dose of fights,welcome to my pathetic life.
He took one disgusting look at her,and took a deep breath and his shoulders fell.I sighed with relief , thinking he has given up.That's my dad,the one who gives up quickly when he can't nail the headboard of my old bed together,the one who couldn't unscrew the lightbulb because he was vertically challenged ( I'm not vertically challenged,though)But sadly,this was the last straw for my mother.
“KIMBERLY WHY THE HELL?I TOLD YOU HOW MANY BLOODY TIMES? ITS NEVER GOOD FOR YOU,I SWEAR!”He shouted at her,so loud that I dropped my iPod . She looked at him again, blinking innocently. His attention wasn’t on the busy highway,it was on her,the face of my blur and dazzed mother.Her eyes started to tear up,her bottom lip trembling.Dad's face got really red,he breathe heavily.
The car started swaying left and right,he not giving a damn if we banged into a tree or a divider,because he proudly told us and his mates that this bloody car had 6 airbags.Little did I know,that the airbags didn’t help.
But it was too late.
“THE CAR!”I shouted,seeing he was not paying attention. His face puffed up,his eyebrows so intense,he banged his fist on the horn,a honking sound startling the other vehicles.I leaned forward,trying to take the steering way and steer us out of complete disaster. But I was too late,before I knew it,he pressed the accelerator to hard,the car pressing forward so fast,that he couldn’t press the brake in time,We screamed in unison,where he buried his heads into his hands.I did the same,whispering a short but compact prayer to God that we will be save and the last thing I saw was the lopsided smile on my mother’s face.



“Agatha,this is B28.We have three,, en route. Car banged into the side railing of Bentton Bridge.ETA 3 minutes,clear.”
“Copy B28.Please advise condition,Clear”
“Copy Agatha.Advise one female,thirty nine years.Two males, 43 years and 18 years.18 years severe head inuries,trauma with decreased level of consciousness and heartbeat is not constant.Serious lacerate area on throat.Heavy bleeding fom throat,over.”
“Copy B28.Trauma Two will meet you at the gate,over.”



"Charts please."she asked the paramedic on charge,while she was wheeling the crash cart to the trauma room.He passed her the chart.But she didn't need the chart anymore,because once when she saw what was piercing thru his throat,the bleeding from his head,she wasn't sure that he might live.