The pair sat at the breakfast table bleary eyed,mumbling almost inaudible words, that they seemed to be able understand,a sleep deprived dialect the duo seemed fluent in. Grace's face was still pillow creased and her eyes soft with sleep,making her look years younger than she really was which Tom knew how much she hated but in a way he really loved that she still looked only sweet sixteen when she was actually eighteen going on nineteen within the next few days. "what time does Uni start Gracie?" Tom uttered which made her frown at his teasing by calling her Gracie. "I've got a lecture this afternoon but I need to get cycling before I go back to the velodrome after Uni is finished" Grace mumbled sleepily "and what time did you get back in this morning?" Tom quizzed "you don't even want to know Tom" the blonde replied looking up at Tom smiling sheepishly. "Drink lots of water Gracie" Tom smirked as he rose from the small kitchen table ruffling her blonde curls at which she swatted at before he left slamming the front door before the house was once again immersed in silence.
Grace's P.O.V
The bottom of the hill curled round into a dangerously tight bend,but I continued pounding my legs ever faster to break my speed bracket. Mumford and sons blared into my ear drums as the exercise endorfins flew faster through my blood stream and my legs pedalled ever more furiously. I looked up just as the two cars collided into one another the glass shattering across the ground. Squealing on my breaks praying to slow to an immediate stop but the spindles of the wheels kept circulating and the wheels of my bike continued,curling under me and sending me skidding across the now glass covered road before landing with a thud into darkness.
Tom's P.O.V
Grace's number continued to make my phone let out a shrill cry as I tried to muffle it beneath my scrubs. The ring would last then cut out before I could reach it. On the third try I grabbed my phone ,hoisting it to me ear "Grace? What are you doing?" I growled into my phone. In response shallow breathing continued into the call and then the all too familiar grunt of vomit was heard. "Grace? Grace what's going on?" No reply,then the phone cut out. My mind was racing, something wrong ,I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, what can I do? What can I do? Racing to the entrance Jeff and Dixie were piling into the "the blood wagon" as they fondly call it "Jeff! Dix!" I quip desperately "yeah Tom mate,what's up?" Jeff replied friendly,unknowingly "you don't have a shout do you?"I enquired "na mate why?" Dixie asked "Can I just try something on the GPS thing you guys were banging on about ,I'm on a break and I thought I'd see what all the fuss was about" I asked, telling a little white lie wouldn't be the worst thing in the world would it?"Yeah sure mate hop in" Jeff smiled warmly as I heaved myself in, it was only morning but the July sun was already basking the seats in watery sunshine. "Just plug your phone in and select the last person you were calling" Dixie instructed. As we drove further out to the countryside the roads got bumpier sending each one of us higher as we went over rocks and unsteady roads.
From the distance it was just a dark fleck but as we drew closer the fleck grew larger and larger into a mangled car,or what could be described as a car "Jeff" Dixie collared "I'll ring for back up princess" Jeff obeyed. That's when I saw that familiar bike frame, the mangled malleable frame missing wheels and more importantly a rider, my blood ran cold, it really did "stop Dixie, please I have to get out!" I pleaded as Dixie drew to a stop and I leapt out running to the mess that had been created, in my peripheral vision Dixie and Jeff stumbled out grabbing the kit. I simply picked up this bike frame, and sure enough it read her name across the bar "Gracie". I just started shouting, I couldn't help it, I was sweating profusely "Grace! Grace where are you?" My voice echoing off the dappled leaves, she was no where to be seen,all that remained was the destroyed structured of her bike glued into the palm of my hand. "Grace!" I screamed to which the reply was nothing.