CHAPTER FOUR
Seb was 22 years old and already married to Kirsty. They got engaged last year and married two months after their engagement. Seb wanted to marry her as quickly as possible so no other guy could snatch her up. They were so much in love.
Nick and Jade were currently engaged and were planning to be married the following year. Kirsty was to be a bridesmaid while Seb was Nick's man, (as Nick had been his best man at his own wedding).
It seemed fitting for both sisters to get married practically at the same time to their boyfriends-who happened to be best mates.
Seb was debating on wether or not to get a motorcycle's license.
" No Seb," Fisher told him firmly, " Don't you know motorcycles are dangerous?"
" Noah has one and nothing has happened to him." Seb argued, " and anyway I don't have to get your permission. I'm an adult now-a married adult-and I can what I please."
Fisher sighed, " You're right," he agreed, " Go ahead then. Don't let me stop you. I'm just being a grumpy old man."
Seb smiled, " You're not old Gramps."
" Don't humour me," Fisher warned, " I'm thankful that nobody put me a nursing home."
" That's because you don't belong in a place like that. I wouldn't let anybody touch you." Seb assured him.
" I know. I'm glad I still have you. I didn't know what to do with myself after Alf died. You kept me going."
" Always happy to help." Seb stood up then, " Well, I'm going to see about that motorcycle license and I'll surprise Kirsty with it."
" I have an idea," Fisher said suddenly, " Why don't you ask Noah if you can have a ride on his bike? Just to see if what it feels like and if you really want one."
" Good idea Gramps, I never thought of that. I don't know if Noah would want to me to ride his bike, you know how possessive he is about anyone riding it."
" It can't hurt to ask." Fisher insisted. Seb gave him a quick hug before leaving the villa and went to look for Noah.
" I don't know Seb," Noah Lawson looked over at his parked bike and sighed,
" What if something happened to you? I'll get the blame for it. You're not an experience rider."
" Why don't you take me on it first and then we'll see how it goes?" Seb suggested.
Noah ran a hand through his shaggy brownish/blonde hair and sighed, " All right then. But you are going to wear a helmet."
Noah took Seb around the block on the bike and Seb loved it. He loved the feeling of the wind on his neck and the way his shirt ruffled.
" Okay, now it's my turn." Seb said as Noah got off the bike and Seb followed suit.
Noah was still apprehensive but reluctantly agreed after Seb told him it had been Fisher's idea.
Seb revved the engine and wave to Noah as he sped off. He decided to speed it up a little bit, just to get a breeze going.
He looked over at his should to see Noah watching him from a distance. He turned to face the front when a truck came out of nowhere. He gasped and tried to remember how to break. He couldn't swerve because there was no room for the bike.
He closed his eyes tightly and waited for the impact. There was a deafening noise as the bike and truck collided, then all went black.
" Seb!" Noah screamed as he saw Seb's bike crashed into the truck. Seb's body went flying and landed on the ground, the noise after when Seb hit the ground sounded like eggs smashing.
Noah ran over to the fallen body and knelt down. He felt for a pulse; it was weak but there. Blood ran down his face from a gash on his forehead.
" Oh no," he breathed as tears formed in his eyes. He looked over to the bike as lay impaled into the truck, totally smashed. The driver of the truck was slumped over the wheel, either dead or unconscious.
" Noah," Seb whispered as he opened his eyes, " it wasn't…your fault."
" Yes it was. I let you ride the bike and we both paid the price. I have to ring an ambulance." Noah fumbled for the mobile phone and dialled triple zero.
" Don't bother." Seb's voice was weak and he gasped for breath, " Tell Kirsty I am sorry and that I love her. Tell that to Gramps too." Seb's eyes closed.
" Seb! Hang on mate!" Noah pleaded. Seb sighed and went still. Noah felt for the pulse again-there was none.
Sebastian Miller was gone.
Fisher went to the answer the phone and a feeling of foreboding coursed through his body. Something was terribly wrong.
" Don?" it was Noah. Noah sounded scared and very upset.
" What is it Noah?"
" I'm really sorry. I didn't want to let Seb ride my bike but he insisted and-"
" Seb? Is he okay?"
There was a long pause, " Seb was in an accident. He-he didn't make it."
" Seb's dead?" Don repeated numbly, " Did he suffer?"
" A little bit I'm afraid. The impact didn't kill him instantly. He died on the road."
The room started to spin. The phone slipped out of Fisher's hand and everything went black.
Seb was 22 years old and already married to Kirsty. They got engaged last year and married two months after their engagement. Seb wanted to marry her as quickly as possible so no other guy could snatch her up. They were so much in love.
Nick and Jade were currently engaged and were planning to be married the following year. Kirsty was to be a bridesmaid while Seb was Nick's man, (as Nick had been his best man at his own wedding).
It seemed fitting for both sisters to get married practically at the same time to their boyfriends-who happened to be best mates.
Seb was debating on wether or not to get a motorcycle's license.
" No Seb," Fisher told him firmly, " Don't you know motorcycles are dangerous?"
" Noah has one and nothing has happened to him." Seb argued, " and anyway I don't have to get your permission. I'm an adult now-a married adult-and I can what I please."
Fisher sighed, " You're right," he agreed, " Go ahead then. Don't let me stop you. I'm just being a grumpy old man."
Seb smiled, " You're not old Gramps."
" Don't humour me," Fisher warned, " I'm thankful that nobody put me a nursing home."
" That's because you don't belong in a place like that. I wouldn't let anybody touch you." Seb assured him.
" I know. I'm glad I still have you. I didn't know what to do with myself after Alf died. You kept me going."
" Always happy to help." Seb stood up then, " Well, I'm going to see about that motorcycle license and I'll surprise Kirsty with it."
" I have an idea," Fisher said suddenly, " Why don't you ask Noah if you can have a ride on his bike? Just to see if what it feels like and if you really want one."
" Good idea Gramps, I never thought of that. I don't know if Noah would want to me to ride his bike, you know how possessive he is about anyone riding it."
" It can't hurt to ask." Fisher insisted. Seb gave him a quick hug before leaving the villa and went to look for Noah.
" I don't know Seb," Noah Lawson looked over at his parked bike and sighed,
" What if something happened to you? I'll get the blame for it. You're not an experience rider."
" Why don't you take me on it first and then we'll see how it goes?" Seb suggested.
Noah ran a hand through his shaggy brownish/blonde hair and sighed, " All right then. But you are going to wear a helmet."
Noah took Seb around the block on the bike and Seb loved it. He loved the feeling of the wind on his neck and the way his shirt ruffled.
" Okay, now it's my turn." Seb said as Noah got off the bike and Seb followed suit.
Noah was still apprehensive but reluctantly agreed after Seb told him it had been Fisher's idea.
Seb revved the engine and wave to Noah as he sped off. He decided to speed it up a little bit, just to get a breeze going.
He looked over at his should to see Noah watching him from a distance. He turned to face the front when a truck came out of nowhere. He gasped and tried to remember how to break. He couldn't swerve because there was no room for the bike.
He closed his eyes tightly and waited for the impact. There was a deafening noise as the bike and truck collided, then all went black.
" Seb!" Noah screamed as he saw Seb's bike crashed into the truck. Seb's body went flying and landed on the ground, the noise after when Seb hit the ground sounded like eggs smashing.
Noah ran over to the fallen body and knelt down. He felt for a pulse; it was weak but there. Blood ran down his face from a gash on his forehead.
" Oh no," he breathed as tears formed in his eyes. He looked over to the bike as lay impaled into the truck, totally smashed. The driver of the truck was slumped over the wheel, either dead or unconscious.
" Noah," Seb whispered as he opened his eyes, " it wasn't…your fault."
" Yes it was. I let you ride the bike and we both paid the price. I have to ring an ambulance." Noah fumbled for the mobile phone and dialled triple zero.
" Don't bother." Seb's voice was weak and he gasped for breath, " Tell Kirsty I am sorry and that I love her. Tell that to Gramps too." Seb's eyes closed.
" Seb! Hang on mate!" Noah pleaded. Seb sighed and went still. Noah felt for the pulse again-there was none.
Sebastian Miller was gone.
Fisher went to the answer the phone and a feeling of foreboding coursed through his body. Something was terribly wrong.
" Don?" it was Noah. Noah sounded scared and very upset.
" What is it Noah?"
" I'm really sorry. I didn't want to let Seb ride my bike but he insisted and-"
" Seb? Is he okay?"
There was a long pause, " Seb was in an accident. He-he didn't make it."
" Seb's dead?" Don repeated numbly, " Did he suffer?"
" A little bit I'm afraid. The impact didn't kill him instantly. He died on the road."
The room started to spin. The phone slipped out of Fisher's hand and everything went black.