No one belongs to me besides the unfamiliar.
It was a Saturday night in 1925 when a Crossly car was driving on a rural road to home, but it was really driving, it was practically swerving as the three men, including the driver, was laughing in a drunken manner. The one in the back, a overweight man with dark hair slicked back and light-brown eyes, Greg McFadden, the middle out of the three brothers. The one in the passenger side with a funny-looking face with the same colored hair and eyes as his brother, was Samual- or Sam for short- the youngest. Then the driver with a narrow face, large nose, and black hair slicked back with violet eyes, Jack McFadden, the eldest. The three McFadden brothers were just got out of a bar and were heading home to Whipstaff, to their youngest brother's home.
"Say," Sam asked his brother beside him, drunkly, "who was that dame you were talkin' to?"
Jack chuckled at the blurry memory of the girl back at the bar. "Who?"
"What was it?" Sam began to think. "Lacy, Lucy, Stacy,"
"Sally?" Greg asked, jumping into the conversation.
"Sally?" The youngest brother shouted with confusion, taken aback as if it was a stupid question.
Jack thought about it. "Wasn't it Emily or somethin'?"
"That's it!" They both cried out, then busted up laughing how wrong they got them name.
He waved it off and slurred, "She was nothin'."
"Nothin'?" Greg cried with a smile. "She sure didn't look like it was nothin'!" He laughed.
"She was sure a looker!" Greg joined in.
The three brothers began to joke about stupid things as Jack's his drunken vision was not getting any clearer. The dark road was going windy in his eyes, then without thinking, he took a left, going off the road, and before he could react, a tree was right in front of him.
He slowly opened his eyes as found himself laying on what felt like grass as faint screaming was in his head. He thought it was a dream, but then screaming came clearer. "Sam?" He whispered so quietly, that he couldn't even hear himself.
He slowly raised his heavy head towards his right and found a crunched car in a tree. He would've tried to get up, but was too tired. It felt as if his body turned to lead. The screams of his youngest brother echoed his head as he tried to get up, wanting to save him, but he was still drunk, then past out.