Title:  Where Angels Fly

Chapter Five of Ten (halfway to completeness!)

Anime/Manga:  Speed Racer

Rating, warnings, chapter summary:  see previous entries

Story:

Trixie shook violently as the realizations washed over her.  She'd been driving.  Drunk.  And she hit someone.  But not just any someone.  She'd hit Speed.  Her boyfriend.  The one man, other than her father and brothers, that meant the most to her in the entire world.

What his condition was, she didn't know.  Inspector Detector hadn't exactly come out and told her.  She knew that he was in the hospital and that it had to be serious.  Very serious.  Something in the pit of her stomach told her as much.

'How am I going to be able to look at him again?' she thought, tears welling up in her eyes.  'How will . . . how will I be able to look him in the eyes again?  I . . . I don't know . . .'

A small hiccup escaped her as sobs, great and terrible, threatened to overwhelm her.  She still sat in the detox cell at the county jail.  One of the officers had told her that her father was on his way to bail her out but he hadn't come yet.  Of course, it had only been five minutes, roughly, since the officer had told her and it took at least fifteen to get from her father's home to the station.  At least, in the Mach 5 it took fifteen minutes.  She knew as much because she'd timed Speed once.

'He told Inspector Detector that he would . . . and I said it couldn't be done . . . silly me . . .'

A stray tear rolled down her cheek as each thought of Speed entered her mind, increasing the ache in her chest and her sorrow.  She wanted to go see him once she got out of the detox room but she wasn't sure if she'd be welcome at the hospital.  As much as Mom and Pops Racer adored her, this, in her opinion, was simply unforgivable.

'And even if they did forgive me, I could never forgive myself.  God, how could I be so stupid?'

"Please God," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around her belly.  Unconsciously, she began to rock back and forth.  "Please . . . let him be all right . . . let him live . . . he didn't deserve what happened last night.  He didn't.  Whatever punishment you have in store for me for this, I'll take.  I shouldn't have been out at that party . . . I shouldn't have been behind the wheel of that car . . . why?  Why did this have to happen?"