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“Stanford? Don’t leave me hanging, High-six?” His dad slams the door with such force it makes Stanley jump in fright.
“Fine. I can make it on my own! I don’t need you; I don’t need anyone! I’ll make millions and you’ll rue the day you turned your back on me!” Stan slammed the car door, and looking at the road, blinded by rage, did a quick u turn, purposely hitting the trash can, and sped off down the wrong way of the one-way street.
Stan ran his fingers through his hair, biting back tears, gripping the steering wheel so tight as he tried to pull it out of the axel. He screamed in discomfort, anger and rage. And mostly disbelief. Did he seriously just get kicked out of the house? Is he a fucking homeless person now? Fuck, he’s going to have to sleep in the back of his car, wait no no no. His Ma would find him tomorrow, Stanford would find him down on the docks, he’s pissed, but, surely not, surely, he won’t just leave him out on the street, he didn’t fuck up that badly, right? It was an accident, for fucks sake it was an accident! There were other fucking colleges, Stanford! what about the stan o’ war? What about him? He wouldn’t, he… he couldn’t, he can’t –.
Thud.
The brake pedal slammed to the floor of the car. Stan is snapped back into reality, pulling himself to focus on the hood on the car where the sound had originated. Shit, the car couldn’t already be busted, but that’s just his luck. Jumping out of the driver’s seat, Stanley made his way to the front of the car to pop the hood. Fortunately, nothing was wrong with the engine. Unfortunately, in the first two minutes of being homeless, he’d hit a woman with his car.
She was slumped over on the road, groaning and starting to push herself up with her free hand. There was a little blood from the scrapes on her hands; her updo was half out, messy and had bits of rubble from the asphalt. Stan rushed to her side offering a hand to help her up.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe this, I am so so so so so sorry, please let me- “
“Are you fucking retarded!?” the woman slapped his hand away and scooted her body away from him. “This is a one-way fucking street, or are you fucking blind? Who the fuck gave your invalid ass a goddamn licence!?" she stood up, slightly wobbly on her feet, swaying as she held her head.
“Wow wow wow, listen lady, I’m sorry, but you’re clearly hurt, let me get you to a doctor! I’m begging you, let me get you some help!”
“You bet your sorry ass I getting to a doctors, but no way in frozen over hell am I trusting you to get me anywhere safe. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll see you,” She scanned the licence plate with unfocused eyes. “In court.” And with that, she took a step, and before Stan could chase after her, and beg her not to file a report two minutes into being kicked out the house and disowned, she promptly collapsed, unmoving on the sidewalk.
“Umm, lady.” No response, he walked over and shook her shoulder, “Lady!” still no response. With shaking hands, stan pulled the jacket away from her neck and placed two fingers there to check her pulse. The good news was that it was still there, bad news, he’d concussed a lady in the first four minutes of being homeless. He was so, so fucked.
Looking at the unconscious woman at his feet, there were a few options. He could take her to the hospital and wait for the police as she inevitably sued him for her medical bills, he could put her in the back of his car and wait till she wakes up to explain the situation, but that might get him in even more legal trouble. Or, the final option, just take her home. Out of all the options, this seemed like the one that was the least likely to land him in the slammer for the least amount of time. With shaky hands, Stan lifted her into the back of his car and reached for her purse. Carefully, he pulled out the ID, willing himself to ignore the notes tucked away in the fold.
New Jersey State ID
CLARISSA L. GLAVE.
D.O.B 24/03/1951
265 Jackelyn Street, Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey.
That wasn’t far, granted it was on the other side of town, but still in town, he could get her there before she woke up. Buckling all three seatbelts over her body and turning her on her side, Stanley Pines drove into his changed future, a divergence in the timeline.