Chapter 1
The beginning
"Why are we going to Texas again" Patrick said. "Because my bitchy grandma said she needed some help" Courtland said. The funny thing is I don't even remember her. "Well then why the fuck are going there" Patrick whined. It's a waste of my time. "Sorry I thought you would like to come along for the trip" Courtland yelled. If you don't like it that is to damn bad. Next time you can stay home in front of that goddamn TV. They were driving on the dirt road. Courtland checked the map. "I think were almost close to Texas" he said. "Who cares about Texas!" Patrick yelled. Just then the car hit a sharp object and the tire blew. "Damn it! I knew we shouldn't have came to Texas" Patrick complained. "Shut up and help me push the damn thing to town" Courtland ordered. Just then the sheriff came over. "Having car troubles?" he asked. "No we are just here sitting around doing nothing! Yes we are fucking having car troubles! Get your ass over here and help us push it" Patrick yelled. "Don't you talk to me like that boy or you'll be sorry" the sheriff threatened. "You'll be sorry" the sheriff kept repeating. Little did Courtland and Patrick know what was in stored for them because just then the sheriff took out his two-way radio and called for Leatherhead. The sheriff left and Patrick and Courtland pushed the car to a strange house. Patrick knocked on the door. "Anybody home?" he called. No one answered. Finally a strange man in a wheelchair came to the door. "What do you want?" he yelled. "I was wondering if you have any spare tires?" Patrick asked. "Fine come in" the man said. "But only for a second." Then Patrick walked into the house.