Savior

TW: Mentions of Sexual Assault

The first thing I thought when I was pulled from the wreckage was ‘thank god, I’m fucking alive’.

Much before the plane crash I really don’t remember, other than being suddenly jolted awake by everyone on the flight panicking and screaming for their lives. Then I heard metal twisting, my head hit something, and then darkness.

“Holy shit, you’re alive! Oh my god, please be actually alive and your eyes aren’t just open…”

I forced myself to focus. My glasses were fuck knows where, but I could see enough. I saw a young man, blond, lightly tanned skin, mouth bloody. He looked so relieved when he saw I was looking at him. “Oh my god, you are alive! Thank… thank god, man, thank. God.”

I groaned as I was helped to my feet, the young man babbling to me about how I was the first actually alive body he’d found, how the person sitting next to him was sliced up like a pile of meat and that he’d not heard anyone call for help. He helped me sit down away from the crash, my head was killing me.

“Wow… wow I just recognized you! You’re… you’re Charles Copley!”

Huh. That was a rarity. I finally stopped seeing double to focus on the teenager in front of me, he was probably a teenager anyway. At most he was twenty. Something about him seemed dimly familiar, but I couldn’t place it. “Heh, if you know me, you must be from Fennvale too, right? Going home after a game?” I asked.

“Something like that.” The teenager plopped down beside me, wiping off his mouth and spitting on the ground. “Oh god, I feel like hell. I uh, I play for the Fennvale Falcons too, actually! I’m their halfback.”

“Really?” A way to bond with the kid while awaiting rescue. Wouldn’t be so bad. I managed to shift myself into a more comfortable position. “I played halfback too.”

“I know!” The kid stopped himself, laughing nervously. “Sorry, I’m… I’m just… we’re alive right now. What are the odds? I can’t dig through all the wreckage, I can’t tell what’s people groaning or metal creaking.”

I managed to focus enough on the wreckage in front of us. Holy shit. We were alive after all that? It looked like the plane had been chewed up and spat out. “Well… someone’s gonna know we’ve gone down, uh, what’s your name?”

“Kyle.” The kid shook his hair from his eyes. “So… why were you out of Fennvale?”

I sighed and leaned back against the ground. God, I had to stay awake. Probably had a concussion, couldn’t sleep, but damn if I wasn’t exhausting. Least the cold ground was enough. “It’s a long story, kid.”

“Well, we got the time, clearly.” Kyle gestured.

“Well…” Might as well share. “Kyle, you have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, back home. Penny, she’s in the chess club. Likes stuffed animals. She’s super great.” Kyle scratched at the ground with his finger, drawing patterns in the dirt.

“Heh. Good for you, Kyle.” I looked up at the sky, watching for any sign of a rescue. Not like I could see that far, damn glasses. “Kyle, I’m gonna teach you an important lesson you’ll be glad to walk away with today. That lesson is that some girls are out to get you.”

“Huh?” I could hear the confusion in Kyle’s voice. “What do you mean by that?”

“There are plenty of fine young women out there, I’ll say that much.” I chuckled to myself, wondering if I was hysterical after realizing I was possibly one of two survivors out of a fucking plane crash. “But there are some out there who will put you in the hole. Make you seem like you’re some kind of monster after you didn’t really do anything wrong. That happens a lot when you’re in sports.”

Kyle hummed quietly, getting up to pace. “So what you’re saying is, you’re on a plane today because you got screwed by a girl? What happened, divorce?”

“I’d rather not get into the dirty details.” God, it was getting hard to keep my eyes open. Focus on staying awake. Keep talking. “Lots of legal shit, but it’s all cleared up now. Things worked out, I can finally go home to my family. One of my kids is having a kid in May.”

“Really? Wow, you looking forward to being a grandfather?” Kyle was a typical idol worshiper, always looking for someone to follow.

“I mean, course I am. She’s gonna have a girl, little disappointing because I wanted a grandson, but what can you do?”

“You can go to hell.”

Kyle’s voice turned ice cold. I frowned and reopened my eyes, beginning to sit up. “What the hell is that about-”

Kyle’s boot slammed into my chest, forcing me back to the ground. Kyle leaned over me, his body shaking with rage.

“My name is Kyle Flynn. Does that ring a bell about your ‘legal shit’?”

As a matter of fact, it did. My heart dropped and I attempted to crawl backwards. Now I realized why the boy looked so familiar. “Flynn? You must be joking-”

“Do I look like I’m fucking joking!?” Kyle’s voice cracked, his foot pressing down harder, hard enough that I could feel my probably already cracked ribs start to bend. “We look alike! We’re fucking twins, for god’s sake!”

I swallowed. “K… Kyle, it wasn’t what Myrtle made it out to be, everything that happened between us-”

“You know, we were going to turn eighteen in a few months. We’re young enough to be your kids.” Kyle leaned back, his eyes growing misty. “Oh boy, I bet it solved a lot of things for you when she stepped in front of that semi truck, huh? With her gone dropped, you walk away without a care. Fucking… do you even care?!”

I couldn’t respond. I could barely get a breath in. My eyes landed on what was clutched in Kyle’s hand- a rock, not a small one either. “K… Kyle, please…” I wheezed.

“You know, I thought I was dead when the plane touched down.” Kyle shook his head. “I woke up alive. Found someone else alive. And that someone else was the someone who raped my sister and had his fanboys drive her to kill herself. You know, I think you’re right, Copley.”

The rock struck my face, my teeth crunching loudly as they splintered. The rock came down again and I felt my jaw crack.

“Things just. Worked themselves out.”

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