Note: I'm changing Renee from having a nephew to having a son instead.
"What's the matter?" Jon said, taking his seat belt off.
"Someone hit my son! It was a hit and run! Please, help!"
Jon put the car in park and quickly got out to help. He saw a boy lying on the ground motionless, the rain from the sky hitting him hard. The dim light from the street light allowed Jon to see that the boy's eyes were closed. Jon picked the boy up and carried him to his car, opening the back door, then lying him down in the backseat. Renee jumped in and slammed the door shut.
Jon ran back to the driver's seat, got in, and rushed to the hospital as fast as he could.
He turned into the emergency entrance at the hospital and slammed on the brakes in front of the doors. He got out and went in to get somebody.
"Help me! I have a kid who's been hit by a car in my back seat!" he said to a nurse.
All of the medical personnel rushed outside to his car to get the boy. Renee got out and watched as they put him on the stretcher and wheeled him inside. Jon looked at his backseat and saw some blood on the leather material of his seat. He grabbed the paper towels and begin cleaning the backseat.
A nurse had taken Renee to be near the operating room as they worked to try to save her son.
Police officers soon came to question Jon to figure out what happened.
"I don't know," Jon said, running a hand through his messy curls. "I was just driving home from the store and the lady was screaming for help. She told me someone hit her son. Her car had broke down and I assume they were walking towards the auto shop that wasn't too far from where the car broke down."
The police officer quickly jotted down everything that Jon had told her.
"Do you know the woman you helped?"
"Um, yeah. Yeah, we started talking to each other today. I saw her yesterday then again today."
"Did you know she had a child?"
"No."
"What's the woman's name?"
"Renee. I don't know her last name."
"Your name is Jonathan Good, correct?"
"Yes."
"Alright, I'm going to question the lady to find out more information when she steps back out." The police officer stood by the doors leading to the operating room, not wanting to disturb Renee at the moment.
Renee placed her hand on the glass and watched for what seemed like eternity through as doctors operated on her son. The doctors tried and tried to revive the boy but to no avail. One doctor shook his head and another covered him with a white sheet.
It was like deja vu all over again for Renee.
"No...no...NOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed. "NOT MY BABY! WHY!? NOT AGAIN! NOT AGAIN!" She hit the window as she fell to the floor. The nurse helped her over to a chair and comforted her the best she could.
Jon's heart begin to break when he heard Renee scream out. He didn't think as he begin to walk past the doors and saw Renee crying. Renee looked up and ran to Jon and continued to cry in his arms. All he could do was hug her tightly as she wept uncontrollably.
Renee slowly sat in the passenger seat of Jon's car and put her seat all the way down. She laid on her side and closed her eyes. She told Jon where she lived and didn't say anything after that. Jon pulled her seat belt over her and buckled it then drove off from the hospital towards Renee's home. He kept glancing over at Renee to see if she was okay.
Pulling up to her home, Jon got out and went to the passenger's side to open the door. He unbuckled her seatbelt and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Renee?" Jon said. He shook her shoulder. "Renee?"
Renee finally woke up, sat up in the seat, and looked at Jon.
"Please tell me this is all a dream..."
Jon slowly shook his head, grabbed her purse, and helped her out of the car.
"I'm so sorry," he said.
"...Thanks..." Renee said.
Jon walked with Renee to the front door and waited as she unlocked it.
"This is the second time I've lost someone...second time...second time...I know the police won't find the bastard who hit my son...it happened again." Renee grabbed Jon's hand and led him into the house. Renee slammed the door shut, locked it, then threw her purse and keys down to the ground.
Jon looked tried to feel around for a light and turned it on when he got his hand on a switch. Renee stormed to the kitchen, swung open the cabinets, and started slamming all of her dishes down onto the ground.
Jon ran in to yank a plate out of Renee's hand and pulled her in for a hug.
"It's okay," he said. "It's okay."
Now, he knew he was the last person to try and comfort someone. But this was something he knew he had to do. He helped Renee to the couch and held onto to her tightly as if she was going to run away. Not like he would blame her, though. She just lost her son so of course she was devastated and beyond upset about the death of her son. Plus, she said she already lost someone else before that so her world was definitely crashing down on her.
She sniffed and looked up at Jon.
"Thank you," she said. "Thank you for being there for me..."
"Anytime."
"I'm glad you stopped by the diner again."
Jon's heart broke as he saw the tears flow down Renee's face.
"I'm glad I did, too. Couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Aww." Renee hugged Jon's neck, closing her eyes, and squeezing him even more. "I'm sorry but I'm very upset and just need to hug you."
"Hey, you do not have to apologize! You just lost your son tonight. And whoever else you lost, I know your heart aches for them, too."
Renee then laid her head down on Jon's lap and looked up into this cold blue eyes.
"This is too much for me to handle...I honestly don't know how I can go on..."
"I'll help you."
Renee got up, went to her kitchen, and grabbed some liquor. She grabbed two cups and put ice in them and took the cups along with the liquor back into the living room.
"I know what else that can help!" She poured both cups to the rim and handed one to Jon. "Cheers!"
Jon and Renee clanked their cups against each other then drunk the liquor. It didn't surprise Jon that Renee downed the liquor in almost one gulp. She poured herself a little bit more and drunk it before setting her cup down again. Jon finished his and sat his cup down next to her's too.
"That was good," he said.
"Yes. Yes, it was. I wish my life was a little bit better now." Renee shook her head. "IT'S SHIT!"
"I'm so sorry. I wish I could change everything for you, Renee." When Jon put a hand on Renee's shoulder, she placed her hand over his.
"I know," she said, looking at him with a small smile. "I know."
Jon wrapped an arm around Renee again and began to stroke her arm.
"I need to feel good right now..." she said.
"What can I do to help?" Jon asked.
Renee looked up at Jon with a straight face.
"Come with me to my bedroom."
Jon raised his eyebrows as Renee took his hand and guided him towards her room. He was wondering why Renee would invite him into his room but he didn't say anything at first. When they got in the room, Renee closed the door, turned on the light in the room, and pulled Jon in for a kiss. Jon looked at Renee when she pulled back from him.
"Renee...I'm not sure about this, honey...I mean, you just lost your child..."
"I know. And I also lost someone else, too. But Jon...I just...I just feel like I need to relieve some stress right now...I have so much anger in me...it's crazy...please...just make me feel good...please..."
Jon picked up Renee, carried her to her bed, and laid her down. He rested between her legs as he kissed her, lifting up her skirt and tugged at her panties. Renee stripped out of her uniform, snapped off her bra, and got on top of Jon. He managed to take his shirt off as Renee kissed his neck and cheeks. She undid Jon's pants for him and watched eagerly as he yanked them off. Renee almost tore his boxers off of him as he almost tore Renee's panties off of her.
Opening her legs for Jon, she rested her head back on her pillow as Jon sucked on her clit gently. Renee's knees started to shake a little as she grabbed Jon's hair and tilted her head back.
"FUCK!" she said. "J-J-J-J-J-ON!"
Jon hovered over her and teased her with his cock. When Renee pleaded with him not to do that, he slowly stuck his cock into her and grinded slowly against her. Renee scratched Jon's back as she enjoyed the sensation of sex. She begged Jon to be more rough with her so that's exactly what he did but was still gentle of course.
He flipped Renee over so that she was straddling him. She dragged her nails across Jon's chest as she slowly bounced up and down on Jon's shaft. Jon moved his hands from Renee's hips to her breasts and squeezed them a little.
"Damn, Renee..."
"Jon...I'm about to cum..."
The both of them couldn't any further as Jon ushered Renee onto her back as he came on her stomach.
"Shit..." he said.
"That felt good..." Renee said quietly.
He waited as Renee clean up in the bathroom as he slipped on his clothes and went into the living room. Renee came out of the bathroom with her robe on and smiled.
"Do you want me to stay the night with you?" Jon asked. "I can go get some clothes and my stuff and come back."
"I would love that. I'll have some hot chocolate with marshmallows when you get back."
"Thanks."
Jon and Renee sat on the couch together, enjoying their hot chocolate and talking with each other. Jon was careful about what he was telling Renee so that she wouldn't throw him out on his face. He was really enjoying her company and she needed someone to comfort her right now.
"The police haven't found the killer yet. Still makes me upset. And I know for a fact they're not to find the asshole who committed the hit and run tonight."
"Hopefully they do."
"Hopefully. That's all I can do is hope."
Renee got up and grabbed a photo from her t.v. stand and sat back down with it. She handed it to Jon to see and took a sip of her hot chocolate.
"That was my boyfriend, Phil. He was murdered one night trying to protect his friend from some scumbag that was trying to rob our friend. It happened right as he was closing shop with his friend."
Jon stopped drinking his chocolate and looked at the photo closer. The person in the photo brought back a painful memory. A memory that sometimes haunted Jon, a memory that caused him to have nightmares and wake up in a cold sweat.
The person in the photo was the very man Jon had murdered a few weeks prior.