AUTHORS NOTE- THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT!

It was two am. Nick was in the front seat; I'm in the back. We didn't get hotel room that night; we just pulled into an abandoned farm and slept in the car. Not comfortable, that's for sure. Nick woke up before me, at around six am, and pulled out immediately. I rolled off the seat, I Guess. Cause when I woke up I was on the car floor, covered with sand. Ugh.

"What the hell? You couldn't wait a while for me to wake up?" I said.

"If I waited for you to wake up, it would be Saturday." Nick said sarcastically.

"It IS Saturday."

"Oh. Well it would be past noon."

"Much better."

I had another vision. I believe it was the "sequel" to my other one. It hit me like a moving truck. And I immediately started drawing.

The black guy takes the syringe off the table, walks back over to the hospital cot. He's wiping the syringe with antibacterial shit. Holy hell, he's getting closer and closer to my mother. The next thing I know, screams. The bed shakes, she's having a concussion or something over there. The black guy turns around, and shows me his face. Carver.

My vision ended, just like that. I jumped onto the seat of the '94 Chevy and yelled, "Nick. Pull over. NOW." So he did. I threw the drawing of my vision on his lap.

"Holy shit, what is this?" Nick said.

"What do you think, dumbass? It's a vision!"

"Oh."

He stared at it for a while, like ten minutes.

"So. They injected your mother with the drug, and it IS Carver." Nick told me.

"Yes, I guess. She's dead." I said with tears running down my face.

"Don't cry, Melanie. The vision could be off."

"It's not possible for anyone to survive that drug!"

"I know babe, but you just have to trust me on this one."

"Did you just call me babe? PERVERT! I BARELY KNOW YOU!! ARE YOU OBSESSED WITH ME OR SOMETHING?!" I yelled as I opened the car door. I really didn't want to be with Nick right now. At all. I got out of the car, gave him the finger, and walked away. I really never wanted to see Nick again for all I cared.

"Why would he call me babe?" I whispered to myself as I walked away from him.

Nick got out of the car and watched me walk away from him.

"Melanie, don't leave. You're all I have right now."

I didn't say anything, until I heard him running towards me like a wild mustang running away from someone trying to brand it.

He ran up to me, spun me around with his massive arms, and started to kiss me.

My mouth dropped open. I really just wanted to slap him as hard as I possibly could. Until I realized he's a really really good kisser. And I kissed him back. When he let go of me, it was so awkward.

"What the hell was that?!" I asked.

"Well… it made me think of those movies where the girls run away pissed off and the boy runs up to them and they make out."

"You're weird. Now tell me why you just sucked your face on mine."

"Well… this is so awkward. But I'm starting to fall for you."

"Um Nick. News flash. We're here to find my dead mother, not summer love."

"PMS much?"

"Yeah. This time it's real."

"Well thanks for that. Now get in the mother fucking car."

"No."

"Oh my god. Without me, Melanie, you would probably be dead by now. You know that?"

"Yeah. I'm not getting in the car with you, Nick."

"Just go. I'm not playing games, bitch."

Well… let's just say I got in the car and nothing happened, when something did happen. Something that you don't need to know. Well. You need to know. S-E-X. Wait, scratch that, it's more like R-A-P-E. Nick is twenty something and I'm almost eighteen. Well, he was very nice at rape.

Well. The next morning was pretty awkward; let's end it at that. We sat up in the car, and drove off.

"Sorry about last night. That really didn't need to happen." Nick said.

"No. Don't say sorry. It was fun." I said like a fucking slut.

He gave me a weird look.

"Sex is fun to you?"

"Yeah. Why is it not for you or something?"

"I never said that."

"Well. You pretty much did."

It got even more awkward when I realized I was bare-ass naked. I was worse then Jennifer Aniston back in the '80's on Rolling Stone. Without telling him, I quietly slid under the car seat and slid some clothes on. He clearly didn't notice.

"So. Are you still mad at me?" Nick asked.

"Yeah. For a fact that you fucking raped me last night."

"It was not rape if you enjoyed it."

"Shut up, Nick. I'm hungry."

"Well, me too."

We stopped at McDonald's and got some fake meat hamburgers, and sat in the parking lot and ate them in there. I was not going in that place with not shirt on. Yeah, I had no shirt on. I'm weird.

"It's like my visions are getting closer and closer now." I stated.

"I noticed that. Ever since you met me, you've gotten a lot." Nick replied. "Maybe it has something to do about you falling for someone."

"I don't like you, Nick."

"Um, yeah you kind of do."

"I'm a bad liar."

"I know. Me too."

We finished lunch and left the parking lot.

"Can you stop and get me a shirt?"

"Sure, what size?"

"Medium."

"Ok. But STAY HERE."

Where else am I going to go with only a bra on?"

We pulled into the used clothing store and Nick ran in. It was raining pretty hard, and I really just wanted to sleep in a hotel room. But I knew that if we wanted to find my mother dead or alive, we had to keep money tight and just keep on going. Then, someone walking on the sidewalk caught my eye. A black man, wearing a suit and red tie. CARVER. Before I could duck or hide, the windshield exploded into shattered glass.

"NICK!" I yelled as loud as I possibly could.

HEY! Another update before I go. Oh my god it's unexplainable how much fun I had writing this. It's short, but yet so much happens. I hope you keep on reading, and reviewing, and telling the world about my stories!