The Single Dad: Girl’s Sexual Awakening

I winked at him and turned toward Everly. “After ice cream and a bath, we’re on it. Aren’t we, little lady?”

“Yep!”

As I faced the windshield, something flashed across my vision.

A swirl of black.

And a sound followed, one I couldn’t quite distinguish.

But then it hit me.

It was brakes.

Screeching.

From the car that was coming right for us.

My eyes widened.

My mouth opened.

“Ford!” I pushed my back against the seat. “The car!”

It didn’t matter that it tried to slow.

It was moving fast.

Too fast.

There was no way out of this.

It was going to hit us.

“Ford!” I shouted again.

But he was already reacting, yanking the steering wheel to the right, sending us toward the side of the road.

“Hold on!” he yelled.

Our SUV veered.

There was another screech of tires.

I didn’t know if it had come from us or the other driver.

And there was screaming, but that was all I heard.

“Oh my God!” I filled my lungs.

“Daddy!” Everly shouted.

I couldn’t reach for her. I couldn’t move.

And her voice was the last thing I heard before the crunch exploded in my eardrums.

The impact sent me to the door, and then I flew forward, where the airbag hit me in the face, stopping me from nailing the dashboard. I bounced against the seat, ricocheting forward and back until I could finally stop myself.

“Ford!” I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. Everything in my head was ringing. “I smell smoke.”

“It’s the airbags,” he said. His tone immediately rose as he said, “Everly! Everly, baby, are you okay?” When she didn’t answer, he said again, “Everly! I need you to talk to me. I need to hear that you’re all right.”

She made a sound that I couldn’t understand.

“Sydney,” he said, distraught, “are you okay?”

I swallowed air down my throat, trying to move the airbag out of my way to free myself. “I don’t know …” I couldn’t feel my body. When I rubbed my fingers together, they were all there. My toes wiggled. I could lift my legs. “I think so.”

“Everly,” Ford said, frantically trying to undo his seat belt to get to her. “Everly, baby girl, answer Daddy. Are you all right?”

Except he couldn’t get out. The car that had hit us had crushed half of his door and half of Everly’s-that whole side of the SUV jammed up.

I turned around and looked at Eve.

Her head was slumped forward.

Her hands limp.

“Oh God, Everly!”

There were noises outside.

More sounds that I couldn’t process.

Shouting.

A horn that wouldn’t stop blaring.

“Everly!”

I needed her to lift her head.

I needed to hear her voice.

I needed her to respond.

Why is she silent?

Why is her head down?

I reached for my seat belt, every bone aching as I got it undone. “Everly!”

Ford was holding his left arm in the air while he was trying to get his door open. “Everly, answer us. Talk to Daddy; tell me you’re not hurt.” His wrist was bent in an awkward direction, telling me something was seriously wrong with it. “Everly, talk to me.”

“Stay there,” I told him. “Your arm is broken. I’ve got her.” I freed myself and got onto my knees, turning toward the backseat. I grabbed her leg, shaking it, trying to gain her attention. “Everly, look at me, baby.” I waited. “Are you okay?”

As she lifted her head, her expression stabbed me in the chest.

A blast of concern now bubbling inside me.

Pain was etched across her face.

Her skin was pale, ghostly.

She took in a breath, her lips slowly parting, her eyes filling. “Daddy …” The first tear dripped, followed by many more. “It hurts.” And then, “Help … Daddy.”

“I can’t open”-Ford slammed his fist into the door, shaking the SUV-“the fucking door. Get me the fuck out of this car!”

“You’re going to hurt yourself even worse,” I cried out to him.

“I don’t give a fuck. I need to get to my daughter.”

“I’m climbing back there right now.” I slid through the small opening between our seats and landed on the seat beside Everly’s. “Tell me where it hurts.” I gently touched one leg and said, “Here?”

She didn’t answer.

She just looked at me, confusion filling her eyes.

“How about here-”

“Ow!” she shouted when I reached her belly.

“What’s going on, Sydney?! Tell me what’s wrong!”

I lifted her shirt; a large bruise was forming on her abdomen.

“Oh God, Ford, there’s a bruise on her side.”

What does that mean?

I touched her forehead.

She was sweaty.

Not like when she’d been hiking.

This was clamminess that was growing across her face, seeping through her arms and legs.

As the tears fell from her eyes, she glanced toward the window, the glass cracked like a giant spiderweb. “Daddy … where am I?”

My heart catapulted into the back of my throat. “You don’t know where you are?”

“Everly, tell me what’s wrong, baby,” Ford said. “Tell me what you’re seeing.”

She looked at me, dazed.

“Everly?” I said.

“Daddy … head hurts.” She lifted her hand to her eye and winced.

Fuck.

“Ford, she looks confused.”

My fingers shook as I touched her.

My stomach churned.

“Ford-”

“Something’s wrong!” he yelled. “Something’s fucking wrong!”

I didn’t realize he had turned around and was leaning across the opening I’d climbed through, his hand on Everly’s thigh.

“She needs a doctor,” I told him. “Call 911.”

I couldn’t stay calm.

I couldn’t stop the worry.

As I stared at him, his arm dangling, the position of it even worse now, he reached for the door again and tried to pry it off. “Open the fuck up!”

The movement shook Everly, and I screamed, “Ford, stop!”

“I need out. I need to get a fucking doctor.”