Monday, January 12, 2009

The Worst Day Of My Life

This past weekend was Sophie and Brent's wedding. I don't know if any of you remember...I guess I hadn't mentioned it in a while. So Brandon and I had plans to leave this past Thursday and drive to New Orleans. I was planning to stay till Tuesday, while Brandon had a flight back to Houston on Sunday evening. So we both got up early Thursday to get ready, and we were on the road by about 1:30, Oliver in tow. I made sure to find a hotel that allowed dogs so I could bring him. Sophie really wanted to meet Oliver, and of course I didn't wanna leave him behind! The day couldn't have started out better. I had packed plenty of clothes to go out in, and Brandon and I were planning on hitting Bourbon Street that night.
The car was packed pretty tight, with no room left in the trunk. There was barely enough room in the backseat for Oliver. So Brandon put Oliver in his lap. We were talking about my family, and laughing, and making plans, and then all of a sudden, BOOM!!
My back driver's side tire blew out.
"Did my tire just blow out?!" I said, "This can't be happening."
Brandon sighed, "Well you better pull over."
We were only about an hour and a half out of Houston, and we were in an area with lots of road construction. There was no shoulder to pull over on! So I drove very slowly forward to an area where there was a little more room for me to pull over.
Brandon got over and determined that my tire was, indeed, flat.
"Well...we just have to get it to a Discount Tire. I have a warranty. But we're gonna have to take everything out of the trunk to get to my spare!" I told Brandon, exasperated. This was definitely gonna set us way back.
So I started to look up the nearest Discount Tire on my phone while Brandon started putting things from the trunk into the backseat. Once I'd found the nearest tire shop, I figured I should get out and help Brandon unload the trunk. I looked in my side view mirror to make sure I had enough time to get out before more cars came. 
Everything from this point was in slow motion, and yet still a blur. I opened the door, just barely wide enough for me to get out. I got out of the car, never taking my hand off the door, and then immediately began to shut the door behind me. That was when I felt something.
Resistance. I spun around. Oliver was jumping out of the car.
I screamed and desperately clutched at thin air, trying to grab him. But he was too fast. It was all happening too fast. A truck was coming. An 18-wheeler. 
I heard a car horn. I heard myself scream. I heard Oliver yelp.
And then he was...
I don't know how, but I ended up on the ground, behind my car, crying hysterically. Brandon was there, with his arms around me. All I could scream was No. No no no...
This can't be happening.


Anonymous said...

ohhhh god no!!!!! i'm soo sooo sooooo sorry!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

OMG I'm in shock. I'm SOOOOOOO sorry. That is the most horrible thing ever. I'm so so sorry. Poor Oliver! Hang in there, we're thinking of you!

Just me said...

omg Peyton! I am so sorry! I know that losing a pet is similar to losing a loved one. I am at a loss for words. If you ever need to talk feel free to email me!

Again, I am so sorry girl.

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cxy650 said...

wow...that is so horrible... All I can think to say is thank god Brandon was there for you

K said...

Omg... I'm literally crying right now. I'm SOOOO sorry!! No one should have to go through something like that.