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Chris stood frozen in horror as the truck quickly drew closer and Bradin was still in its way. He watched as Jay ran into street.

"Move!" Jay yelled at Bradin as he raced through the rain. Jay felt like he was running in slow motion as the headlights blinded him. Suddenly, he found himself flying through the air and pushing Bradin out of the way of the car.

The young man stumbled to the side of the road, falling at Chris' feet. Bradin brought his hand to his forehead while out of the corner of his eye he saw the truck drive towards Jay.

Jay fell to the ground happy that Bradin was out harm's way. Before Jay could even flinch, he felt the truck heavily roll over his back, crushing him. By the time the hind wheel reached him, the truck had already swerved and stopped.

"Jay!" Bradin yelled withfear surrounding his voice and himself. Chris and Bradin ran onto the road and both collapsed at Jay's side. Bradin wailed out a mumble of words while Chris sat beside him sobbing.

Through the rain and all their tears, Bradin and Chris tried in vain to identify the people as they got out of the truck. All they could define was the outline of three women, one noticeably shorter than the other two, and a man.

With fear and sadness abiding strongly in him, Chris asked for a quarter so he could phone 911. He ran off as fast as he could and the woman on the phone assured him someone would be there soon

Bradin stared at the four as they stood numbly in the rain watching him check Jay for signs of life. "Who are you?" he yelled angrily with his hand against Jay's neck. "What do you want from us?" Bradin gave a small cry of hope as he found Jay to be alive, though he wasn't breathing.

The four people bent down as Bradin began CPR on his dying friend. "Go away!" He yelled between breaths. "I don't need you here!"

One of the women rested her hand on his back. And after a few minutes she asked, "Is he breathing yet?"

Bradin listened closely for a breath and feltJay's slow breath against his cheek. Turning Jay on his side, the question repeated itself in his head. 'I know that voice.' He thought.

"Aunt Ava?"

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