What If?
Peter climbed into his car. He dug for his keys that he had dropped on the floor.
"Peter where are you going? Peter?" Chloe ran out along with Peter's mother and father.
"Peter it's Christmas, please come back inside." His mother yelled. Peter found the keys and started the engine. He sped away in his car.
"We have to call the police. He's drunk!" Peter father said sternly.
Peter drove to his brother's house where he begged for money. When his brother refused he ran to the car and drove away. He drove until he found himself in a small town. He saw an ATM machine and ran to get money. He took $1,600 out of it.
"What have we here?" Peter said as he drove off and saw a girl on the side of the rode.
"Hey baby can you give me a ride?" The girl said.
"Climb on in." Peter said. She climbed into the car and they drove to a parking lot of a closed down theater.
"Your lucky, I just got paid and I have $150 with your name on it." He said. She took the money and stuffed it into her bra before pulling him close to her.
"Perfect." She said.
A few hours later, Peter dropped the girl off where he found her. He went to climb out of the car when he touched her shoulder.
"Hey honey, what's your name?" He asked.
"Shelby Merrick." She said.
"Peter Scarbrow, it's nice to meet you." She grinned and climbed out of the car before Peter drove away.
"Why cant Chloe be more like her?" Peter said to himself. He turned the radio on and started singing to himself. "You know, I think I'll visit her again tomorrow night." Peter said. He drove to a liquor store and walked in. He bought a bottle of whisky and three cases of beer. When he climbed back into his car, he drank 7 of the beers before starting it and driving away. The more he drove, the more alcohol he consumed and the more his vision blurred.
"Yup I can't wait to see Miss Shelby again." He kept saying. "Shoot." Peter said as he dropped a can of beer. He bent down to pick it up. "What's that noise?" He said as he sat up. A 18-wheeler was heading right towards him and honking his horn. Peter grabbed the wheel and tried to stop and get out of his way but he didn't have enough time. They hit each other. Peter flew out of his car and hit a tree. He was killed instantly. As for the driver of the 18-wheeler, he had a broken knee and a concussion.
"He was a drunk maniac, he deserved to die." The drover said to police while being questioned. "They need more guys like me and less guys like that moron."
Peter climbed into his car. He dug for his keys that he had dropped on the floor.
"Peter where are you going? Peter?" Chloe ran out along with Peter's mother and father.
"Peter it's Christmas, please come back inside." His mother yelled. Peter found the keys and started the engine. He sped away in his car.
"We have to call the police. He's drunk!" Peter father said sternly.
Peter drove to his brother's house where he begged for money. When his brother refused he ran to the car and drove away. He drove until he found himself in a small town. He saw an ATM machine and ran to get money. He took $1,600 out of it.
"What have we here?" Peter said as he drove off and saw a girl on the side of the rode.
"Hey baby can you give me a ride?" The girl said.
"Climb on in." Peter said. She climbed into the car and they drove to a parking lot of a closed down theater.
"Your lucky, I just got paid and I have $150 with your name on it." He said. She took the money and stuffed it into her bra before pulling him close to her.
"Perfect." She said.
A few hours later, Peter dropped the girl off where he found her. He went to climb out of the car when he touched her shoulder.
"Hey honey, what's your name?" He asked.
"Shelby Merrick." She said.
"Peter Scarbrow, it's nice to meet you." She grinned and climbed out of the car before Peter drove away.
"Why cant Chloe be more like her?" Peter said to himself. He turned the radio on and started singing to himself. "You know, I think I'll visit her again tomorrow night." Peter said. He drove to a liquor store and walked in. He bought a bottle of whisky and three cases of beer. When he climbed back into his car, he drank 7 of the beers before starting it and driving away. The more he drove, the more alcohol he consumed and the more his vision blurred.
"Yup I can't wait to see Miss Shelby again." He kept saying. "Shoot." Peter said as he dropped a can of beer. He bent down to pick it up. "What's that noise?" He said as he sat up. A 18-wheeler was heading right towards him and honking his horn. Peter grabbed the wheel and tried to stop and get out of his way but he didn't have enough time. They hit each other. Peter flew out of his car and hit a tree. He was killed instantly. As for the driver of the 18-wheeler, he had a broken knee and a concussion.
"He was a drunk maniac, he deserved to die." The drover said to police while being questioned. "They need more guys like me and less guys like that moron."