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WARNING. This story gets to be mature, it involves age difference and gay sex if either of those are not right for you please do not continue past this point. You have been warned.


Broken- Paul Vincent.

The screech of rubber burning as brakes slam down filled the silent night. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion for Paul Vincent. The sounds and images flooding him like a lagging video, his face contorting in terror then pain as the crash over took him.

Agony. Bleak, black abyss.

His grey eyes preyed open with effort. Lids weighed down as though sleep called out to him. Bliss. The promise of bliss from the pain he was enduring. The shrill sounds of sirens, though diluted, echoed, bouncing around his head. Pictures flashed over his vision. His wife, beautiful with her blonde curls and cyan eyes, and smiling just for him.

His son came at the end of the images, the progression of his growth from in his mother womb till now- all but two days before his sixteenth birthday. Raven hair like his own, curled at the ends as it grew past his ears. Eyes so much like his mothers it made him so happy his son didn't have the dull grey. The smile of his little boy was the best, perfect aside from the slight gap that even braces never fixed. So intelligent and talented his Eddward was. So curious and caring. So eager for new information.

So father-less.

A/N
Hope this intro into my story doesn't bore people too much and how short it is, isn't a problem. I'll be working on the next part now, hopefully pick things up a bit. Feel free to review.