U.S. Route 11
Georgetown, Virginia
April 10
*So my bride thinks she can get away does she. * Jack thought.
He had come home from the hospital on his lunch brake so that he could eat with his beloved. He was a few miles down the road when he saw her burst out of the house. He quickly backed up so that he was out of view of the house but so he could still see her. When she started running he started driving again. The he had stolen was rather nice. He knew his mother wouldn't have liked him to use her car to capture his bride. She would have thought there was something wrong with that.
*There's nothing wrong with it at all * He assured himself. *I am just reclaiming what is mine. * He followed her for three miles until he thought he could make his move until she got that three-mile rush and started running even faster. There were no gas stations for at least twenty miles either way so he had time to play cat and mouse if no cars drove by.
He liked to play games. He liked to her think she was winning. He had the advantage. He knew everything about this road and he knew there was nowhere she could go where he couldn't find her.
He sped up.
She ran faster.
He sped up.
She turned around. Her eyes widened with terror and she ran off the road.
He followed her. He didn't even bother getting out of the car. He just pressed his foot on the pedal harder and the car accelerated. He was going to win. He was sure of it.
He gave up watching the road and kept his eyes on her. He wasn't watching when the car slammed into a tree. He wasn't smart enough to be wearing his seatbelt.
He hit his head on the steering wheel. His airbag hadn't deflated quickly enough to ensure his safety and he received a major blow to the forehead.
He wasn't going to let that stop him. She was still running.
He had to run too.
His door was stuck. He kicked and punched but it wouldn't move. *Enough of this * he thought as he smashed his window to pieces and climbed out. He didn't mind the shards of broken glass being forced into him as he climbed out the narrow space. She kept running and he kept following her, until she got to the highway.
Georgetown, Virginia
April 10
*So my bride thinks she can get away does she. * Jack thought.
He had come home from the hospital on his lunch brake so that he could eat with his beloved. He was a few miles down the road when he saw her burst out of the house. He quickly backed up so that he was out of view of the house but so he could still see her. When she started running he started driving again. The he had stolen was rather nice. He knew his mother wouldn't have liked him to use her car to capture his bride. She would have thought there was something wrong with that.
*There's nothing wrong with it at all * He assured himself. *I am just reclaiming what is mine. * He followed her for three miles until he thought he could make his move until she got that three-mile rush and started running even faster. There were no gas stations for at least twenty miles either way so he had time to play cat and mouse if no cars drove by.
He liked to play games. He liked to her think she was winning. He had the advantage. He knew everything about this road and he knew there was nowhere she could go where he couldn't find her.
He sped up.
She ran faster.
He sped up.
She turned around. Her eyes widened with terror and she ran off the road.
He followed her. He didn't even bother getting out of the car. He just pressed his foot on the pedal harder and the car accelerated. He was going to win. He was sure of it.
He gave up watching the road and kept his eyes on her. He wasn't watching when the car slammed into a tree. He wasn't smart enough to be wearing his seatbelt.
He hit his head on the steering wheel. His airbag hadn't deflated quickly enough to ensure his safety and he received a major blow to the forehead.
He wasn't going to let that stop him. She was still running.
He had to run too.
His door was stuck. He kicked and punched but it wouldn't move. *Enough of this * he thought as he smashed his window to pieces and climbed out. He didn't mind the shards of broken glass being forced into him as he climbed out the narrow space. She kept running and he kept following her, until she got to the highway.