Never Left
Capter one
I looked around the house one last time and found empty rooms staring back at me. This was going to be a fresh new start so i might as well get my but into the car and get to my new house in Charming.
In my little Astra, i drove with the window's down. It was a very hot day so i wore a tank top and short shorts that showed the whites of my legs. It wasn't a very attractive look but who really cared these days. No body was going to be really looking at the but me. So who cares, right? I got to the nearly the end of the highway when a large truck past me from behind. Angrily i wanted to shout at him for going to fast for a truck but then again, what could i do?
That's when i heard it. The bike, the truck and my car. Stopping. I threw open the door and ran to the man who was flung from his bike. I began to do CPR, while the truckie called 911. In the second attempt, he flickered his eyes and finally opened them. Groaning he tried to talk.
"Easy mate, don't try and sit. You just got hit by a truck, literally. The ambulance is on their way ok? My name Hana" I said calmly and placing a hand on his heavily tattoeed and blood soaked arm.
"Jax." Cough."Teller." Cough. "I'm Jax Teller."
