Chapter 3
John switched on the radio. He was greeted by a female voice, "Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream." He switched it off. His mother had always hated that song. He drove to his destination in silence. He got out of the car and threw the remains of his cigarette on the ground. He was a little nervous. He hadn't seen her in a year.
He knocked on her front door. She glanced out the window. A look of surprise covered her face. "John?" she asked as she opened the screen door. "What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in a year." If she was going to say anything else she couldn't, his lips were on hers and they were in an embrace. She could smell his cologne. She remembered how things use to be.
She pulled herself away from him. "Why are you here?" "I just wanted to tell you bye." "You're a year late." "I meant if I don't survive." "Survive what?" "Micheal." He had a crazy look in his eyes and she didn't know how to respond to that. "Are you out of your mind, John?"
"Molly, I have to do this, maybe if you were in my place you would understand. He killed my mother." He started to walk back to his truck. Molly ran after him and grabbed his arm. "John, I love you, if you are going after Micheal I want to be with you. I don't want you to face him alone, I don't want you to die, John." "You want to die too?" Her eyes filled with tears. He stuck another cigarette into his mouth and mumbled, "Get in the truck."
Molly stopped for a minute. Did she really want to risk her life? Of course she did, she loved John. She got in the truck and didn't look back as they drove away.