Chapter 2
The next few days were full of shit for Dennis.. But the worst day was Tuesday. He awoke to the radio blaring at him that there had been an accident on the freeway, route 308. A collision with 2 cars, a purple Volvo, and a scarlet 1958 Plymouth Fury. He ran as fast as his fucked up leg could take him and he turned onto CNN. Pictures of the crash were all over the screen. He looked closer at the Volvo and his worst fears were confirmed, it was Jennifer's car. The fluorescent "Jenn" was written on the roof of the mangled car.
He then watched, as Jennifer's blood-soaked figure was taken from the car and placed into a body bag.
"FUCK YOU!" he screamed, and flipped the birdie up to the ceiling, "FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR FUCKING DESIGN FOR LIFE!"
He then looked at the TV again to see another body, that of his former friend Arnie Cunningham. He thought that Arnie had died because of that shit-forsaken car! If only he had managed to convince him NOT to waste his money on that hunk of junk. Jeez why didn't the kid take Den's advice?
He collapsed, distraught on his bed that he had spent many wonderful nights with Jennifer. He turned over and he could still smell Jennifer's favourite perfume on her pillow, jasmine. She never went anywhere without putting it on. Dennis smiled, hell, she didn't even go to bed without it on.
What had he done! He'd pushed her away and now it was his fault that she, the woman he loved, was dead for Christ's sake!
He couldn't take it much longer. He knew what he had to do…..