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chapter 2
The roar of the Impalas engine is the only sound that can be heard as I slam my foot to the floor. Dropping my hand to the passenger
seat I try Sams number again. It rings and rings. No-one ever answers. Adrenalin courses through me. Sammy needs me! It drowns
everything else out for me. All the self pity, all the guilt and all the anger. Seventeen years of instinct take over. My brother has asked
me for help. The three hundred miles between us will not stop me. I'll get to him. And fix the problem.
Picking up the phone, I dial a different number.
"Dean?"
"Dad-"
"Are you okay? What's the matter?"
My voice rises to a snarl. "It's Sammy. He's in trouble. He called me tonight."
There's a pause. The landscape blurs as I am driving so fast.
"How much have you had to drink tonight?"
"WHAT?"
"Sammy's at school," John elaborated, "He's safe there. It's been over a year. I know you miss him-"
I slam on the brakes, avoiding a car in front slowing down to turn left. Im thrown forward, stopped only by my seatbelt. I curse.
Only when I get back up to five gear I put the phone back to my ear.
"I KNOW I MISS HIM! He's in trouble! We have to help him!"
"How much have you had to drink tonight son?"
"I dunno," My answer is slightly tinged with guilt. I know that I shouldn't be driving but Sammy called me. He asked me for help. I
am not going to ignore that.
"Is it not possible that you-" He stops, supposedly listening to the horn blaring at me as I cut off a blue toyota.
"Are you driving Dean?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Dean I want you to pull over now."
"Dad! Samm-"
"NOW!"
Theres a blinding flash of light. A crunching of metal on metal. The sound of Johns faraway voice screaming his name. Pain and then
nothing.