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One Fateful Night
The tires hummed on the wet pavement as the car sped along the highway. The windshield wipers flicked back and forth rapidly, clearing the rain away as fast as they could. The radio was blaring and the driver was tapping along to the beat on the steering wheel, singing under his breath. He quickly glanced over at the sleeping passenger. "Still sound asleep" he thought amusedly as he turned his attention back to the road. The rain started to come down even faster. "Damn" he muttered, squinting to see through the blinding sheet. He flicked the windshield wipers on to super high. That didn't improve visibility conditions much. The passenger began to stir as the driver muttered under his breath again.
"Hmmm? What's wrong?" he asked his friend, obviously still half asleep.
"I can't see very well" his friend replied through grinted teeth, still trying to peer through the rain.
"Maybe we should pull over until it stops" the passenger suggested quietly. The driver shook his head.
"We'll be fine. The rain is supposed to go on all night". His grip tightened on the steering wheel, trying not to show how afraid he really was. The radio still played in the back ground. The passenger reached over and turned it down. The song "One Week" by the Bare Naked Ladies came on.
"I really think we should pull over for the night" the passenger suggested, a little more firmly this time.
"I told you, I can handle it" his friend reassured him.
It'll still be 2 days till I say I'm sorry*
The driver noticed a pair of headlights cross into his side. "Oh my God!" he screamed, trying to stop. He pushed down hard on the brake, to try and prevent the inevitable. The headlights blinded the 2 as the truck grew closer and closer, not slowing down at all.
"Please lord, help us" The passenger pleaded, silent tears running down his cheeks. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. The car met the truck head on. The sickening sound of metal scarping metal echoed through the night and the car seemed to fold up like a flimsy piece of paper. Screams could be heard coming from the car. The driver tried to reach his friend but a sharp pain in his back prevented all his movements. The mangled car came to a stop and everything went black.
So, please r&r if you liked it
Chapter 2 should be up soon.
Wishful thinker
One Fateful Night
The tires hummed on the wet pavement as the car sped along the highway. The windshield wipers flicked back and forth rapidly, clearing the rain away as fast as they could. The radio was blaring and the driver was tapping along to the beat on the steering wheel, singing under his breath. He quickly glanced over at the sleeping passenger. "Still sound asleep" he thought amusedly as he turned his attention back to the road. The rain started to come down even faster. "Damn" he muttered, squinting to see through the blinding sheet. He flicked the windshield wipers on to super high. That didn't improve visibility conditions much. The passenger began to stir as the driver muttered under his breath again.
"Hmmm? What's wrong?" he asked his friend, obviously still half asleep.
"I can't see very well" his friend replied through grinted teeth, still trying to peer through the rain.
"Maybe we should pull over until it stops" the passenger suggested quietly. The driver shook his head.
"We'll be fine. The rain is supposed to go on all night". His grip tightened on the steering wheel, trying not to show how afraid he really was. The radio still played in the back ground. The passenger reached over and turned it down. The song "One Week" by the Bare Naked Ladies came on.
"I really think we should pull over for the night" the passenger suggested, a little more firmly this time.
"I told you, I can handle it" his friend reassured him.
It'll still be 2 days till I say I'm sorry*
The driver noticed a pair of headlights cross into his side. "Oh my God!" he screamed, trying to stop. He pushed down hard on the brake, to try and prevent the inevitable. The headlights blinded the 2 as the truck grew closer and closer, not slowing down at all.
"Please lord, help us" The passenger pleaded, silent tears running down his cheeks. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. The car met the truck head on. The sickening sound of metal scarping metal echoed through the night and the car seemed to fold up like a flimsy piece of paper. Screams could be heard coming from the car. The driver tried to reach his friend but a sharp pain in his back prevented all his movements. The mangled car came to a stop and everything went black.
So, please r&r if you liked it
Chapter 2 should be up soon.
Wishful thinker