Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... two.

“Am I in trouble?” Trina asked as she peered through slitted blackened eyes.

“Not at all, young lady. I’m happy that you’re not hurt any worse than you are. I do have a few questions if you think you’re up to it though.” Gerald said with a warm smile.

“I guess I could do that. What do you want to ask me?” Trina asked as she brought her right hand to her temple and rubbed it gingerly.

“I’ve already talked to the other girls in the car with you, but none of them really remember much before you hit the side of the bridge. Obviously, there was another vehicle involved, that struck your car. Do you remember anything about it?” Gerald asked as he walked to the side of the bed and sat down in the chair next to it.

“Just… just headlights in my mirror. They must have been going really fast because they just seemed to appear behind me just before they hit my bumper.” Trina relayed.

“Do you know what kind of vehicle it was? A car? A truck?” Gerald prompted, hoping for a little more to work with.

“It was… dark. I remember the headlights coming onto the bridge behind me. When I looked up again it was just before they hit us. I had started to swerve, to the right… to avoid them, but they hit my bumper and I… I lost control.” Trina sniffed, tears leaking out of her mostly closed blackened eyes, her bottom lip quivering.

“Hey, hey, hey… calm down. It’s okay. You did the right thing. I would have done exactly the same.” Gerald said soothingly, reaching out to ...

... gently touch her right forearm reassuringly.

“You probably wouldn’t have wrecked though I’ll bet.” Trina said trying to smile with a still quivering bottom lip.

“I hope I never find out, to be honest. Can you remember anything else?” Gerald asked with a tired smile.

“I… I think it might have been a pickup truck… but I don’t know for sure… it all happened so fast. I’m sorry.” Trina said with a tight voice.

“Not at all, darlin. You’ve been a big help.” Gerald said reassuringly as he was standing up.

There was a soft knock at the door and it pushed inward opening up. Walter was the first person through and followed closely by Vivian. They both looked stricken with worry. Vivian was still walking with a slight limp.

“Your folks are here.” Gerald said to Trina as he closed his notebook, and turned to nod to the two worried parents.

“Oh, baby. Are you okay?” Walter struggled to ask as he hurried to the bedside, hardly acknowledging Gerald’s presence.

“Mom, dad… I’m so sorry about the car…” Trina began to cry again, her bottom lip trembling.

“Oh, honey. Don’t worry about the car. As long as you and the other girls are okay that’s all that matters.” Vivian piped up going to the far side of the bed and taking Trina’s left hand in both of hers.

“Walt, Viv. Your girl did good last night. And for the record, it wasn’t her fault as far as I can tell. I’ll leave you alone with her. I’m headed home and hopefully to bed.” Gerald said patting Trina’s blanket covered ...