As Morgan walked to the bus stop to catch a ride home, she thought about anything, and everything. Her thoughts lingered on Dom, and her lost job.
"Morgan!" She heard someone shout.
She turned around quickly to see who had spoken her name, and to her surprise it was Dom.
"What Dominic?" she called back, using his full name just to annoy him.
He smiled and ran over to her. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. "Do you want a ride home?"
"What, you can't drive!" She said, stating a fact.
"No, but he can," Dom replied pointing to his brother, Billy, who was sitting in his car. Billy looked nothing like Dom; Billy had brown eyes and black hair.
"Um," she wondered if it was really safe, but she'd be with Dom. "Sure!" she replied.
As she slid in next to Dom she had the feeling this was a bad idea and buckled her seat belt and looked at Dom's to make sure it was buckled, too.
She immediately started talking to Dom while rummaging in her backpack. She sat up triumphantly clutching her cell phone in her hand. Within an instant she had sent a text message to Missy, "I'm getting a ride home with Dom! Got 2 go." She then continued her conversation with Dom.
A few minutes later she was so glad she had on her seat belt. She hadn't been paying much attention to the road because she was talking to Dom, but next thing she knew there was a loud crash. She and Dom were pelted forward, their seat belts saving them from pain and possibly death. Unfortunately Billy hadn't been so lucky. Billy had been shot through the windshield and into the street. He hadn't been wearing his seat belt. Morgan immediately went into action, that is she immediately got out her cell phone and dialed 911.
"Hello, 911 emergency. How can I help you?" a strange voice answered.
"Um, hi," Morgan started trying to stay calm and relaxed. "We just got in a car accident. My friend and I are fi--"
"Mor, he needs help immediately!" Dom yelled at her.
"My friend and I are fine," she continued, "but my friend's brother was launched through the windshield, he needs help!" Morgan ended very close to losing it.
"Okay, can you tell me the nearest streets and what city, so we can get to you?" The stranger asked in a calm voice.
"Um, I'm in San Turner by Front Street and West Broadway," she replied confidently.
"Okay, stay calm, someone will be there in a couple of minutes." The stranger said
"Thanks," Morgan replied weakly
"Everything is going to be okay. Good-bye."
Morgan heard a click and ran over to Dom and Billy. What she saw almost made her sick. Billy has glass imbedded in him everywhere, his clothes were in shreds, but he was still covered. He was slowly bleeding, nearing death with every passing minute.
Within minutes they could hear sirens in the distance racing towards them.
"Morgan!" She heard someone shout.
She turned around quickly to see who had spoken her name, and to her surprise it was Dom.
"What Dominic?" she called back, using his full name just to annoy him.
He smiled and ran over to her. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. "Do you want a ride home?"
"What, you can't drive!" She said, stating a fact.
"No, but he can," Dom replied pointing to his brother, Billy, who was sitting in his car. Billy looked nothing like Dom; Billy had brown eyes and black hair.
"Um," she wondered if it was really safe, but she'd be with Dom. "Sure!" she replied.
As she slid in next to Dom she had the feeling this was a bad idea and buckled her seat belt and looked at Dom's to make sure it was buckled, too.
She immediately started talking to Dom while rummaging in her backpack. She sat up triumphantly clutching her cell phone in her hand. Within an instant she had sent a text message to Missy, "I'm getting a ride home with Dom! Got 2 go." She then continued her conversation with Dom.
A few minutes later she was so glad she had on her seat belt. She hadn't been paying much attention to the road because she was talking to Dom, but next thing she knew there was a loud crash. She and Dom were pelted forward, their seat belts saving them from pain and possibly death. Unfortunately Billy hadn't been so lucky. Billy had been shot through the windshield and into the street. He hadn't been wearing his seat belt. Morgan immediately went into action, that is she immediately got out her cell phone and dialed 911.
"Hello, 911 emergency. How can I help you?" a strange voice answered.
"Um, hi," Morgan started trying to stay calm and relaxed. "We just got in a car accident. My friend and I are fi--"
"Mor, he needs help immediately!" Dom yelled at her.
"My friend and I are fine," she continued, "but my friend's brother was launched through the windshield, he needs help!" Morgan ended very close to losing it.
"Okay, can you tell me the nearest streets and what city, so we can get to you?" The stranger asked in a calm voice.
"Um, I'm in San Turner by Front Street and West Broadway," she replied confidently.
"Okay, stay calm, someone will be there in a couple of minutes." The stranger said
"Thanks," Morgan replied weakly
"Everything is going to be okay. Good-bye."
Morgan heard a click and ran over to Dom and Billy. What she saw almost made her sick. Billy has glass imbedded in him everywhere, his clothes were in shreds, but he was still covered. He was slowly bleeding, nearing death with every passing minute.
Within minutes they could hear sirens in the distance racing towards them.