One Hell Of A Night

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One Hell of a Night
I have never felt the action of my heart falling into my stomach, until the night of June 3, 2001. It was around three o'clock in the morning and I was waiting up for my girlfriend, Tracy, to get off of work. She was a bartender at a night club in Philadelphia, called Maui and she would always call me as she was leaving. She needed someone to talk to her on the ride home, since it was almost 50 minutes long. Tonight was like any other night, she called and we talked about how her night went, how much money she made, gossip at work, etc.
Like any other night, her night was horrible. The people who frequently went there were rude and didn't tip well. After dealing with uneducated jerks, the ride home talking to me was a blessing. She would finally be able to relax after serving people drinks for over six hours straight. About ten minutes after we got on the phone, I heard a quick intake of breath, a loud boom, a brief period of silence, and then my girlfriend screaming. It was the worst scream I have ever heard in my entire life, a scream of pain, a scream of complete human pain. And it was coming from the love of my life, the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. That is the moment when I felt my heart fall into the depths of my stomach.
After a few minutes she stopped screaming and I had no idea what had happened. Frantically I repeated her name over and over, until finally I heard her reply. As she sobbed into the phone, she told me that she had gotten into a car accident and the driver who hit her had taken off. The driver blew a red light and hit her on the drivers’ side door, totaling her car. Luckily the airbags were deployed and she was wearing her seatbelt. She kept repeating how much her arm hurt, and how she couldn't move it. Since no one was around, I told her to call 911, and to call me back right away. I hung up the phone with her and began my quest for a ride. ...