Amy’s Baby

A few hours earlier, Amy took her son to a theme park. Thirty minutes ago, she was eating a hotdog with her son while pushing him on a playground swing. Amy didn't know that the sinister daydream she had earlier while playing with her son on the playground would take on a life of its own. The young woman was holding her son securely in her arms. She stepped through her front door to see two men in black militia uniforms standing in her living room. The men were mountainous, resembling two dark towers standing beside the sofa. They had machine guns strapped to their chests and skull masks kept their faces concealed. Amy didn't expect this. She didn't expect one man to make an attempt to snatch her son out of her arms. There was a fight on Amy's hands and in her living room. The young woman punched and kicked on the man who tried to take her baby. She saw the soldier's handgun, but she didn't give a damn about getting shot. Amy snatched the mask off the man's face and she kept punching the man until she broke his nose.

A bullet grazed Amy's arm, but she kept brawling with the man. The adrenaline racing through the mother's veins gave her the strength to crush the soldier's throat with her fist. Amy used to be a mixed martial arts fighter. All the young woman's training came back to her after the soldier assassin attempted to snatch her son out of her arms. Amy went berserk on the soldier when he tried to grab her son again. She broke the man's nose and crushed his throat within three seconds. The soldier tried to put another bullet through Amy's arm, but he died before he could pull the trigger again. Almost getting shot was worth the kill for Amy. She had to fight to protect her son, and she used her living room furniture as weapons. The mother threw her living room lamp at the second soldier. She smashed him across the head with a lamp. Amy was about to throw something else at the soldier, but he tackled her before she could throw her weapon.

A blow to her face caused Amy to lose the fight with the second man. She went down to the floor after getting punched in the mouth. Amy tried to regain her composure after falling hard on her back. The soldier punched the mother with such precision that he knocked off her sunglasses that sat on forehead along with her left earring. Amy could taste the blood on her busted lip. The young woman felt tears harassing her eyes after the man punched her before snatching her son out of her arms. Amy's little boy was screaming and flailing his arms at the soldier.

"Don't hurt my mommy!" Eric screamed. The five-year-old boy wanted to protect his mother, and he cried when he saw his mother helplessly lying on the floor.

Amy pushed past her tears, letting rage overtake her. She watched as the soldier ran out of her house, carrying her son under his arm. Amy hopped to her feet, pursuing the monster that stole her baby. She ran so hard that her high heel sandals fell off her feet. She stumbled and fell to the ground after running down her front steps.

"Mommy!!!" Eric called out to his mom. The little boy could barely breathe under the soldier's arms. He reached out to his mother with his small arm outstretched over the man's broad shoulder.

"Baby!" Amy screamed out to her son while standing back on her feet. The mother was gasping for air, but she had to keep moving. She fell into her car after watching the soldier jump into his car with her son. Amy's heart collapsed when she saw the soldier's muscle car speeding off, with its back tires pushing out smoke. Most mothers would have given up at this point, but Amy refused to give up.

The soldier's 1969 Camero ZL1 had 500 horsepower beneath its chrome hood. Fortunately, Amy's luxury sedan had more power than the soldier's muscle car, and Amy had to put her car's power to the test.

After pushing the ignition start button, the twin-turbocharged V8 engine inside Amy's BMW M5 roared to life. Amy shifted her black-sapphire M5 into reverse, and she sent the sedan shooting backwards out of her driveway. A gentle growl emerged from the BMW's engine when Amy pressed her bare foot down on the accelerator. The only two things Amy could hear was her heavy breathing and her car's low roaring engine.

There was an intersection ahead, and Amy had a decision to make. She spotted the soldier's Camaro and she screamed out when she saw his muscle car race through the crowded intersection, blowing through a red light. Her heart slammed into her chest when she saw a passing car almost crash into the soldier's Camaro. Amy had to race through the red light. She had to risk being hit broadside by a motorist. She saw the soldier's Camero make it through the intersection, and she prayed that God would let her car make it through as well.

Amy saw her life flash before her eyes when she drove through the intersection and saw the headlights of a crew cab pickup truck barreling toward her car. Amy gunned the engine and she forced her BMW to dart past the approaching pickup. The Ford F-150 missed Amy's BMW by an inch. The truck roared past the car's rear bumper with its horn blaring. Amy's BMW was in the clear and she could hear her car's engine growling back into its 601 horsepower output. Amy reached for her purse with one hand on the steering wheel. She almost knocked her purse off the passenger seat while reaching inside to grab her phone.

"911, what's your emergency?" The 911 operator's voice echoed out of Amy's iPhone. The woman's voice was calming, but even the operator's soothing voice wouldn't be able to relax Amy's nerves.

"Yes, I need help!" Amy breathlessly spoke into her phone. "A man kidnapped my baby! I'm in my car right now and I'm chasing him!" Amy swallowed hard when she almost lost control of her BMW. She tried to keep her phone steady against her ear with her other hand gripping the steering wheel.

"Okay Ma'am, I have to advise you not to pursue the kidnapper. You can give me the license plate number on the kidnapper's vehicle and we'll send the police to track him down. You shouldn't be pursuing him." The 911 operator sounded like a caring mother.

"What am I supposed to do!? I have to chase him!" Amy shouted into her phone. Her British accent intensified her soft trembling voice.

"You shouldn't be chasing him.

It's too dangerous, Honey," The 911 operator instructed Amy.

Amy didn't like what the 911 operator was telling her to do. She gripped the steering wheel while biting her bottom lip. Every worst-case scenario played through Amy's mind. She kept seeing the soldier's muscle car crashing and burning, killing himself and her son. She saw herself losing control of her BMW and crashing. Amy fought against the worst-case scenarios haunting her mind. She felt a few tears escape from her eyes, even though she told herself to be brave.

"Hello, are you still there?" The 911 operator asked through her grandmotherly voice. The operator didn't want Amy to hang up, and she became worried when she didn't hear her voice anymore.

"Yeah, I'm here!" Amy replied. "I don't know what's happening!" Amy continued. "I took my baby to a theme park today and when we came back home, these men were in my house! One of them reached for my son and I punched him. He tried to shoot me and I killed him. His body is still in my house! I'm chasing the man's partner who took my child. He's driving a silver muscle car and I can't see his f*cking license plate number!" Amy's voice lost its strength for a minute. The young woman was so caught up with talking to the 911 operator that she suddenly noticed that she was driving on the freeway. Amy had no memory of getting onto the freeway. The young woman couldn't account for the lost sequence of events or the five minutes that passed her by. It was as if her mind had blacked out for five minutes.

"Are you still pursuing the kidnapper? If you're still chasing him, then you need to stop," The operator emphatically spoke to Amy.

"I have to chase him!" Amy yelled at the operator.

"Honey, I know you're scared, but you need to let the police handle this. Just give me his license plate number so I can track his location."

"Did you hear what I just said!?" Amy screamed at the operator. "I can't see his f*cking license plate number! I'm on the Copenhagen Expressway and I think I'm heading west!" Amy told the operator with an impatient fire in her voice.

"Do you know what kind of car the kidnapper is driving?" The operator asked, keeping her gentle tone, even though Amy was yelling at her.

"He's driving a silver muscle car!" Amy's answer whipped out of her mouth.

"No no, Honey, I need the make and model of the car. Can you give me the make and model?" The 911 operator picked the wrong time to ask Amy a series of questions.

"I think he's driving a Camaro!" Amy amazingly kept control of her BMW while speaking to the operator. She had her hand glued to the steering wheel and she was swerving from lane to lane trying to keep up with the soldier's car.

"I know you're frightened, Honey. But I need you to stay calm for me." The 911 operator didn't know that she was talking to no one. She would soon realize that her words were communicating with dead space.

Amy couldn't take it anymore. She threw her phone down on the passenger seat in frustration. She wiped the tears from her eyes before placing her hand back on the steering wheel. Amy didn't have to swerve around too many cars. Most of the cars she blew past were levitating above the road. Instead of swerving around cars on the highway, Amy was driving beneath cars. Some cars on the road still used tires like Amy's BMW. But other passenger vehicles levitated above the road using anti-gravity thrusters.

"I'm sorry," Amy whispered after she drove her BMW beneath an all-electric, levitating sports car and heard the motorist blow his horn at her. Amy boldly drove her car underneath the platinum-blue Hyundai Volition, and the roof of her BMW almost scraped the bottom of the sports car's rear left solar-powered thruster. Amy tried not to think about losing her life while glancing down at the speedometer. Amy had her BMW moving at 90 miles per hour. She kept praying for a miracle. All kinds of thoughts were racing through Amy's mind. While listening to her car's roaring engine, Amy thought about how she almost killed the man who shot her husband.

Amy's husband, Bryan, was a paramedic, and sometimes Amy would pick him up from work. One night Bryan called for a Lyft driver. While he was waiting for his ride, a gunman approached him and shot him. Amy knew that the man who shot her husband was a white supremacist. She knew that the killer targeted her husband because he was a black man. The man who killed Bryan was an off duty cop who had heroin in his system. Amy thought about how the man never apologized to her in the courtroom for what he did. Instead, the killer told the jury that his gun went off by accident. He said he didn't shoot Bryan on purpose.

Amy thought about how the man said that Bryan got himself killed by grabbing his gun. Her blood boiled when the disgraced policeman looked at her and said that her husband didn't suffer. He told Amy that her husband died instantly, which he thought was a good thing. Amy couldn't take it anymore and she snapped. She ran so fast toward her husband's killer that the bailiff couldn't grab her.

The policeman stood up and folded his arms when he saw Amy charging toward him. The man had a racist twinkle in his eye while staring at Amy. He saw her as being a harmless young and beautiful little Asian woman. It enraged Amy when she saw that the man had a smart aleck smirk on his face, and was staring at her like she was a non-threat.

Amy thought about how she wanted to break the man's neck. Even though Amy was a little woman, she still broke the arm of a two hundred pound man who towered over her. It shocked people in the courtroom to see this small woman taking down a huge criminal. The man himself couldn't believe how Amy could tackle him and out-muscle him. He forgot that adrenaline can empower anyone, even a 5 foot 3, 130 pound woman. He couldn’t believe that a little woman like Amy could knock him down so easily. The man broke his arm when he fell. Amy wanted to break his neck, but she could only give him a concussion by slamming the back of his head on the floor.

Amy remembered how good it felt to rip out a piece of the man's beard. Once Amy had the man down on his back, she climbed on top of him and tried to bite into his throat. She almost bit the man in his throat, but the bailiff pulled her off the man before she could do any more damage to his body.

On most nights, Amy would have trouble sleeping because she'd fantasize about killing the cop I'm the courtroom. She would fantasize about watching him die. Fantasizing over murdering the man who killed her husband would cause her to get mad at God for not giving her the chance to finish what she started. She felt so close to executing the man.

After Bryan's death, the only thing that kept Amy strong was her little boy. She loved holding him in her arms every night while lying in her bed. Amy and her son had a pillow fight the night before. The mother enjoyed chasing her little boy throughout the house and playing hide and seek with him. She enjoyed ordering a pizza and watching her little boy's favorite movie which was Avengers: Endgame. Amy forgot about her sadness while sitting on the sofa holding her son. She saw her child as her little angel who was helping her cope with her husband's death. Every time Amy would look into her son's beautiful little brown eyes, she would forget about her pain.

Amy would forget about all the pain in her life just by looking into her little boy's eyes and seeing him smile at her. The young mother thought about when she gave birth to Eric and how he didn't cry like most babies. He just whimpered a little and looked up at her like an old man trapped inside the body of a newborn. Amy thanked God that her son had her husband's eyes. Eric looked like a little copy of his daddy. He had his mother's pretty lips, but the rest of his facial features resembled his dad's boyish face.

Amy would see a little version of Bryan every time she looked at her son. Sometimes it felt like she never lost her husband. She would sometimes wish she could go back in time to see Bryan holding Eric for the first time. She thought about when Bryan stepped into the hospital room and saw their baby, and she remembered him saying that Eric looked like an angel. Amy wanted to relive that moment. She also wanted to relive the moments of watching her son play with his father in their backyard. Seeing her son riding on his father’s broad shoulders while pretending to be Superman, were moments Amy wanted back. She loved how Eric saw his father as a superhero. One day Bryan came home and told Eric how he saved a woman's toddler from choking.

Bryan told his wife and son how he stopped his car when he saw a young girl standing on the side of the road holding her daughter and screaming. He told Amy how the teenage mom rushed up to him, asking him to help her baby because she wasn't breathing. Bryan told his wife and son how God helped him dislodge a penny that got stuck in the baby girl's throat. He said that it was a miracle to watch the baby breathe again and cry while in his arms. While holding the baby, Bryan told his wife how it felt like he was holding Eric as a newborn all over again. He said that he wanted to hold the baby girl a little longer after saving her life. He laughed while telling his wife how the young mother snatched her daughter right out of his arms while thanking him.

Amy thought about how happy Eric was when Bryan came home and told him what. Eric called his dad, Thor, which was his favorite superhero. He was four when he lost his father. After him and his mom came back from the funeral, he told his mom not to cry because his dad was Thor. The child told his mom that his dad would come back from the dead just like Thor did. Eric wanted his father to come back from death and the child didn't want to accept that once you die, you don't come back.

"Baby, your daddy is gone, but he's in heaven with God and he'll always be watching over us," Amy told her child. She knew that she wouldn't be able to stop her son's heart from being broken. Amy hated to see her child go through sorrow.

Amy had a drinking problem and she fell back into her alcoholism. She knew she couldn't go back to drinking again after she became drunk one night and got into an argument with her older sister, Lisa, in the living room of her house. Eric became scared of his mother’s violent behavior that night and he ran into his room, locking the door. It was the first and last time Eric feared his mom. The little boy stayed locked in his bedroom all night. He heard his mom throwing things and tearing up stuff around the house while yelling at his Auntie Lisa.

The next morning, Amy had to beg her son to come out of his room for two hours. Getting drunk in front of her son and fighting with her sister in front of him made Amy feel like a monster. The mother felt condemned by God.

"Baby, I am so sorry," Amy apologized profusely to her son through his bedroom door. "Mommy is gonna make you some chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. I know that's your favorite." Amy tried to do everything she could to comfort her little boy. "I'm sorry, baby. Me and your auntie got into a fight last night, and we were wrong for arguing in front of you. Your mommy got drunk last night because she's stupid, and she's so sorry for scaring you. Mommy is so sorry, baby." Those were the desperate words that came out of Amy's mouth while she was pleading for her son to come out of his bedroom. She wanted to hold him when she heard him softly weeping and sniffling behind his bedroom door.

Amy asked God to forgive her for getting drunk and fighting in front of her son. She couldn't use her husband's death as an excuse to misbehave. Bryan's death affected Amy and her son in different ways. It caused Amy to fall back into her alcohol addiction, and it caused Eric to become so depressed that he wouldn't eat sometimes. Eric would also have nightmares, which would cause him to wet his bed.

Amy thanked God that the ominous days she and her son went through didn't last long. The last time Amy had a drink was seven months ago, and she never wanted to lay a finger on alcohol again after what she put her son through. Since Amy was a born-again Christian, she felt God punishing her for scaring her son that night. But Amy felt forgiven when Eric hugged her and told her he had the best mom in the world. After her son told her she was the best mom in the world, she felt God's forgiveness. Amy enjoyed her life now, but she would always wish Bryan was alive. Her life seemed happy again, until now.

Amy still had both of her hands gripping the steering wheel. Now and then she would glance down at a tattoo on her chest. It was a tattoo of her child's date of birth, and it was located beneath her collarbone. Amy would also glance up at her rearview mirror to see Eric's empty car seat sitting behind her. Amy didn't want to lose her baby. She pushed her BMW to a higher speed. All she could hear was her car's turbocharged engine purring and growling like a wild predator. There were other sounds that echoed throughout the car's interior. Amy still had her satellite radio on in her car. She knew the name of the radio station that played her favorite songs. Hot New Hits & Classic Hip-Hop was the name of the radio station. While driving to work in the morning, she would listen to the hip-hop station whenever she would forget to upload her phone's music playlist into her car's infotainment system.

"God save my baby," Amy whispered to herself. The mother tried to stay calm. She tried to use anything to keep herself calm, including a rap song playing through her car's radio. Young Thug, Travis Scott and Gunna's, Hot, was the rap song that played through the BMW's speakers and Amy used Young Thug to calm herself down. The mother softly rapped along with Young Thug, hoping it would put a stop to her troubled thoughts. Another thing that Amy used to comfort her soul was the sunlight that entered through her car's panoramic sunroof. Amy imagined that the sunlight reflecting off her BMW's black leather interior was God. She studied how the radiant sunlight danced off her car's dashboard and reflected its golden hue on her car's navigation screen. Amy found comfort in how the sunlight warmed her skin. She saw how the light shimmered against her flesh. The tattoos on Amy's athletically dainty arms seemed like they were glowing from the sunlight. It seemed like her beautifully radiant caramel-brown skin color matched the hue of the warm golden light. Even her sleeveless, black, floral-print blouse reflected the sun's glory. Amy wanted to believe that the sunlight reflecting off her body was God embracing her. She wanted to believe that God was in her car, comforting her and telling her that everything would be okay.

Amy thought about her husband while she was driving. She thought about when she first met Bryan at a local grocery store. She did something terrible to Bryan. She struck Bryan on the back of his foot on purpose with her shopping cart to get his attention. Amy felt like a stalker for following Bryan all around the store before she tapped him with her shopping cart. She saw a strapping, handsome man walking around the store still wearing his paramedic uniform. Bryan was gorgeous on the outside, but there was something on the inside that also attracted Amy. She could see a gentleness radiating through his crystal brown eyes. He was sexy and was as big as a football player, but he had alluringly gentle eyes. Amy would often fantasize about looking up into those eyes.

She would fantasize about making love to her husband again. Her fantasies would often lead her to touch herself. Every night she would wear a silver negligee that Bryan bought for her as a Valentine's Day gift. Amy wore the negligee every night after her husband's death. By wearing the negligee, it made Amy feel like she was in the arms of her husband. Amy would have strange sexual fantasies night after night involving her husband, and it made her feel weird since her little boy would be sleeping in bed beside her.

These weird sexual fantasies involving Bryan would make Amy feel tempted to touch herself, and while she was lying in her bed the night before, she had a desire to pleasure herself. Amy knew she couldn't touch herself last night since she was lying in her bed holding her son. No mother wants to have desires to masturbate while lying in her bed with her baby in her arms. She almost got up from her bed, and was tempted to go into her bathroom to pleasure herself, but she fought against her temptation and won. Amy was holding her baby and she didn't want to wake him up.

Amy would try night after night to ignore her desires. She would ignore wanting to get up from the bed to get her vibrator, which she kept in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. Amy's love life was pretty much non-existent after her husband's death. She tried to re-enter the dating scene, but nothing could save Amy from the despair of living a single life. Also, Amy felt she would be moving on from her husband and replacing him by entering a relationship with a new man. She didn't want to replace Bryan because something inside her was telling her not to move on. She also didn't feel comfortable about bringing a new man into Eric's life.

The weird sexual fantasies that Amy would have involving her husband would get stronger and weirder every night. There was one sexual fantasy that would arouse Amy the most. Amy loved sci-fi action movies. In Amy's sexual fantasy, she would imagine making love to her husband in the front seat of a futuristic mid-engine sports car that was being constructed on an automated assembly line by factory robots. Amy imagined her weird fantasy as a sci-fi action movie's opening scene.

It was a crazy fantasy, and Amy would imagine it all the time. Also, while Amy was making love to her husband inside this futuristic sports car, she would also imagine her favorite rap song playing through the sound system inside the car. Amy would imagine caressing her hands down her husband's bare, muscular chest while listening to Tupac Shakur's Only God Can Judge Me. Tupac was Amy's favorite rapper. Sometimes Amy would fantasize about making love to her husband while listening to Tupac.

This wasn't the only fantasy Amy would have. But out of all of Amy's sexual fantasies, her sci-fi action movie sexual fantasy with her husband was the weirdest. Not all of Amy's fantasies with her husband were sexual. Amy would think back on the real-life romantic moments she had with Bryan. She would think about the conversations they had and even how they would argue and then make up afterward.

Amy and her husband wouldn't argue much, but Amy felt that even her arguments with Bryan were romantic. There was nothing that Amy wouldn't give to have her husband back. Even though Amy felt frustrated, she didn't want her husband back just so they could have sex with him. Having these sexual fantasies involving her husband would make Amy feel guilty.

Amy missed her husband's soothing voice and his touch. She missed his kisses, his smile, his gentle eyes, and the feeling of his beard against her face. Amy wanted to feel her husband's chiseled arms around her waist and feel the warmth of his body nestled against her back. Amy lost her husband and she didn't know what she would do if she lost her child. She couldn't withstand the thought of being a widow and a childless mother. Amy had to save her baby, and she kept pushing her BMW to the limit.

Amy's BMW was a two ton luxury sedan, capable of going from 0 to 60 in 3.8 seconds. The car moved like a lightning bolt. Amy's car had a full tank of gas and every piston inside its twin-turbocharged engine fired off with perfect timing. Amy could see the rear taillights on the soldier's muscle car, which helped her determine how close she was getting. Within a few seconds, she sent her BMW rocketing up to the rear bumper on the soldier's muscle car. She was right behind the man's Camaro and was doing close to 100 miles per hour.

Amy had to deal with the risk of losing control of her BMW. She felt like a hypnotised stuntwoman. Hearing her BMW's roaring engine was hypnotic for the mother. The situation became complicated, and Amy tried to figure out a way to stop the soldier's muscle car. She didn't want to tap the man's Camaro while moving at 100 miles per hour, fearing that he would lose control and veer off the highway which would definitely kill her baby.

"Mommy's coming!" Amy shouted out when she saw her little boy banging his tiny hands against the Camero's rear window. Amy prayed for God to help her. Seeing her little boy banging his hands on the rear window almost caused Amy to go into shock, but she fought against her panic. The mother took a deep breath while gunning her car's engine.

Sweat poured down Amy's pretty face. The droplets of sweat rolled down her slender neck and it made her skin itch. Amy prayed to God not to let any of her sweat fall into her eyes. She knew that if a drop of sweat fell into her eyes, it would obscure her vision, causing her to lose control of her car. Frustrated, Amy couldn't figure out a way to rescue her child. She was still driving behind the soldier's Camaro, and she knew that driving behind the muscle car while traveling at a high rate of speed wouldn't bring her closer to rescuing her son.

Amy swerved into the next lane and she punched the gas, causing her car to roar up beside the soldier's Camaro. Amy's BMW and the soldier's muscle car were side by side. The two vehicles were racing down the highway like two Formula 1 race cars on a track. Amy and the man were driving their cars at breakneck speed.

"I got you motherf*cker!" Amy yelled at the soldier. She tried to keep her eyes on the road at the same time and her heart almost went into her throat when she realized that she was about to drive her BMW underneath a levitating semi-truck. Driving under a levitating car was dangerous enough. Driving under a solar-powered semi-truck that didn't use tires was like driving beneath a space shuttle that had a 53 foot long 11,000-pound cargo trailer attached to its cabin. "Sh*t," Amy whispered when she could hear the semi-truck's massive afterburners and its engine thrusters pulsating a few inches above the roof of her car. To make matters worse, Amy heard a popping sound and she saw something penetrate through her car's passenger window. Amy didn't want to believe it, but she knew that a bullet went through her window.

The first bullet that entered Amy's car exited through the driver's side window after missing the mother's head by an inch. The bullet breezed through Amy's short blonde hair before exiting through her driver's side window. Amy looked around to see the soldier shooting at her. The man stuck his bulky tattooed arm out of the driver side window of his muscle car, unloading his 9 millimeter pistol into Amy's BMW.

"Oh f*ck!" Amy screamed when she heard another bullet go through her passenger door. The young woman saw the bullet penetrate through her dashboard near her steering wheel. She tried to make a decision between slamming her foot down on the brake pedal or speeding up so she could avoid being killed. Amy couldn't slam on the brakes because a car was behind her. The mother was no longer driving beneath the semi-truck and her only option was to increase her speed. By the time she pressed her foot down further on the accelerator, it was too late. Another bullet crashed through the passenger window and it struck Amy in her left shoulder. The mother screamed and her car swerved into the soldier's Camaro, slightly knocking the soldier's muscle car away from her passenger door. When the bullet stabbed Amy's shoulder, it caused her to lose control of her steering.

The last thing Amy saw before she crashed was the soldier's face. The man had taken off his skull mask and Amy could see his brutal facial features. She could see the man's high cheekbones and his protruding forehead. She could see his bushy mustache, his squared jawline, and the metal piercings in his face and ears. She could see his dead steel-gray eyes peering back at her. The soldier even blew a kiss at Amy after shooting into her car and injuring her.

"My baby," Amy uttered through a sorrowful whisper after she saw her little boy's face for the final time. She tried to stop her car from swerving, but the pain in her arm prevented her from regaining control of the steering wheel. Amy's car spun out of control before slamming into a concrete barrier on the side of the highway. The young mother's BMW was facing in the opposite direction, and it barely avoided a head on collision with a fast approaching minivan. When the minivan raced past Amy's car, it clipped the passenger side mirror, shattering it into pieces. Amy faded in and out of consciousness, and she didn't know that her car had spun around before coming to a stop on the shoulder of the highway. She heard the side airbags deploy after her car slammed into the barrier. Amy was on the edge of a black out after the bullet ripped through her shoulder. The pain was causing Amy to slip in and out of consciousness.

Looking through blurred vision, Amy could see a motorist coming to a stop in front of her. She saw a woman getting out of her car. The woman looked like she was in her fifties and was small in stature. She had on what looked like a church dress. Amy knew that the woman was coming to see if she was okay. She watched as the lady ran toward her car and she tried to keep her eyes open, but her injury caused her to black out permanently. Amy couldn't see the good Samaritan's face anymore, but she heard the woman's voice before fading away. The injured mother even felt the good Samaritan's hands caressing her face.

"Are you okay?" The woman asked while brushing Amy's hair away from her face. "Sweetheart, can you hear me? Are you alright? I'm calling for help." Those were the last words Amy heard the woman say before she completely faded into a temporary state of oblivion.