Dun, dun, dun! The second-to-last chapter! AHH! Sorry I've been so long in posting, but, yeah… Um, I own the evil cop and T.J.'s awesome car.
Uh, post, will ya? I happen to like posts…
I know this chapter's short, but it's sorta filler. And the last chapter's not very long either. Whatever. Anyways… Here you go! Hope you like it!
So we were driving along, and T.J. got all pissy again. I decided rather quickly that I needed a cigarette, and so I lit up.
Better.
Teej practically flipped out.
"No smoking! It'll kill you and me!" He snapped.
And then we got into this huge argument, like we always do. Which really isn't surprising.
Anyways, so one thing led to another little thing, and all these little things led up to one big thing.
What was the big thing? Well, I'll guarantee that it wasn't fun.
Okay, see, T.J. wasn't paying attention to the road, and so we wound up off the road, and then we were flying through the air in an impressive series of flips and twists. We just barely managed to land flat on the ground. Really.
Single most terrifying experience of my life. Good thing we were both buckled in, right? I'd have more than a sore rib. A lot more.
Man, this has been one long night, hasn't it?
"I can't believe you! You weren't paying attention to the road! We coulda died! Be more careful!" I hiss.
He stares back at me with this "I cannot believe you" look. Oh brother.
Ironic choice of words.
"Well, I was tied up in other matters, you know that as well as I do," He retorted.
Other matters. What kinda crap is that?
He's making excuses for himself and I don't like it.
"Look, bucko, you almost killed the both of us because of your carelessness!" I bite back.
He doesn't reply, so I continue tearing into him.
"You know, if you really love me so much, then you wouldn't have almost killed me!" I shrieked.
Suddenly, as if to make the terrible moment worse, a cop shows up.
"Is there a problem here, sir?" He asks, sneering.
His eyes are drawn immediately to the cigarette simmering in my fingers, then to my outfit, then to T.J. himself. Ugh, I swear, he just undressed me with his eyes.
I'm going to be ill.
"No, of course not, Sir," T.J. replies nervously.
I am not gonna say anything. I don't like the police. At all.
"Oh really? Well, what should I have you busted for? Prostitution? Illegal use of drugs? Speeding? Reckless Driving? So many things, no?" He says cockily.
Glancing at me, he grins disgustingly, leering.
"Ma'am, I'm afraid that you will have to come outside. I'm going to have to frisk you for weapons," He mutters slimily.
Of course, with him being a cop, I have to go outside the car. T.J.'s watching.
The cop has his hands all over me, and so I do the first thing I think of. I kick him in the nuts and run. Which is, I realize, an offense, but, hey, he was using his career to harass me, so I think I'm due.
Anyways, T.J. speeds off. Man, he drives so fast sometimes! We're at the hospital in literally about one minute. Well, what do you expect from a Mercedes?
Time to go inside, isn't it?
I puff a few last puffs on the cigarette because I know that they won't let me smoke in there, and then T.J. and I hop outta the car, walking into the lobby.
Loren ;
Wonder what'll happen in the next chapter, huh? Oh, well. I'm sorry, but I'm not at liberty to divulge that information.
What a pity!
Anyways, review! And Gracias!