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CHAPTER 3 : Things Take A turn For The Worst

well, i could say that i found my one and only lover. the next two weeks after that political party had changed my life. we were in blissful puppy love, doing everything together. i could say everything was peachy. the faces of the people at school when they seen me and her paseo through the halls together, hand-in-hand, was priceless. we were the talking of the school until something else came up to gossip about. i still could n't win over her to let me drive her home. you know, you 'd think id be able to run into her parents, right ? wrong. there was something she was keeping from me, and i just could n't seem to work out it out. so i decided to put that to the back burner for a bit and concentre on more important issues. i do n't have intercourse how it happened, but we seemed to of stopped-up talking as a great deal and there was something ill-timed but she kept admitting that she was alright. so, one day, after schooling i came up an musical theme to pursue her bus to her house and public lecture to her in private at her house. so, i followed the wrinkle of heap as it pulled out of the schoolhouse parking lot, aristocratic diesel smoke rolling everywhere. i had memorized her bus number, so i followed it as it turned, being trusted to observe a few cars between me and the bus. as the bus would stop and go, i would always expect for her when small fry would get off the bus. but, as i followed the bus back onto the chief road, i realized that it was empty and that she was no longer on and that i missed her. so, i flipped a U-Turn in the middle of the route, tires squealing as i did. i backed up, dumped the clutch and roared my 300ci. motor as fast as it could go, leaving a Nice set of Shirley Temple Black marks on the route. i sped back the way i had come, slowing down at the situation the bus stopped, searching for her as far as i could see. as i drove chisel, i remembered one of our phone calls where she described her mansion as being Nice, with a light blue outside and E. B. White window frames, with a tyre golf shot and a nice, lifted red suburban in the driveway. i looked and looked and ... .. THERE ! there was the house, with a young kid in the figurehead thousand, playing with flowers in the grass and Julie hanging up washables on the clothesline. i slowed and pulled into the gravel driveway, stone crunching under my tyre. the sound of a fomite approaching made Julie call on around, and when she saw it was me, she said something to the little girl, who i now realized as her little cousin Jennifer that i have met a time or two, and Jen ran into the house.

i slowed to a occlusive and set the parking bracken as i got out and stood at the strong-armer of my hand truck as she approached me looking frantic than a nest of hornets. before she could say anything, i just simply said `` get in the hand truck. '' she looked at me puzzled, almost as if to say'who are you to be giving me commands ?'. so, i repeated my self, saying `` get in the truck ... .. please. '' she hesitated at that, trying to read the blank look on my face to tell if i was really life-threatening. she got the fact that i meant line of work when i walked around, opened the threshold, and looked at her with the Sami blank stare as before. she slowly, cautiously got into my truck and i shut the door behind her. her oculus followed me as i walked around and climbed in, waiting money box she buckled before jamming the stick into reverse and flooring it, throwing rocks and debris as the meaty mud tire struggled to get traction on the loosely wad gravel. the tires squealed again as they hit the blacktopping of the road and i braked hard, threw it into first, and sped away, flying through the gear mechanism till i got to fourth. keeping it at a steadfast 55 mph, not a individual Holy Writ was said as we drove, except she stared at me the entire drive with a violent feeling. it was n't a mad look, was n't sad either. it was fear. it hit me as i drove that my natural action had scared her, as i had promised her that i would never hurt her. i cursed under my breath, slowed to a occlusive, got out and threw the forepart hubs into the 'locked'position, returned to my hand truck and threw it into four wheel drive. we drove another naut mi and a one-half in silence except for the holloa of the engine and the late grumble of mud tyre on asphalt. i slowed as a filth turnoff came up, and i swung a wide right turn onto a plunk for country grime road. i rolled my window up, and suggested she do the like but she ignored me. shite soon turned into mud, and because i was doing a steady 2100 rpm in tierce power train, she was getting coated in no sentence. she quickly rolled up her window, but the damage was done, her gabardine armoured combat vehicle top had black place all over it. i broke the silence by laughing, and she noticed what i was laughing at and she smiled. we came up to a clearing and i slowed down, whipped the turn and power slid into the grass, which had her sliding into me and giggling. i wrapped my arm around her and she snuggled into me as i headed back the way i came, being certainly to go through every mud pit and hole i could find out. by the time we hit the road, my hand truck went from gunmetal grey to mud pitch-dark, only the windshield was scavenge enough so i could drive.

doing the 35 mph speed limit this time, we took our metre driving and were laughing like nothing had ever happened. we went to my place and 'washed'my hand truck, which included her getting pawn revealing she had no bra, and her nipple were visible clear as day, she made me a courteous soap wig, and she teased me quite a bit as i watched her goop up my truck. everything was back to how it should be, and i still had n't asked her to prom yet. as day turned to night, her parents called and said that she had to issue forth abode, so i told them id drive her dwelling house. as we climbed up in my truck, i looked in those mesmerizing green eyes and said to her `` child, prom is in a week and a half. i was wondering, would you want to go with me ? '' she gave me mystify aspect, and said `` Hmm ... let me check my agenda. '' she looked around my truck, as if she were thinking, then she smiled at me and said `` i would love to go, but i do n't bear anything to wear to it '' she said with a slender scowl on her face. i smiled at her and said `` do n't you worry sweetheart, you just go to that dress shop in the side by side town and get anything that your philia desires, and ill treat everything else. '' she leaned over, wrapped her weapon system around my neck and kissed me, obviously well-chosen with the reply. i kissed her back, started the hand truck, and pulled out of the driveway onto the road with her bantam eubstance snuggled up against me as we hit the route.



Chapter 4 : What Happened ... ? Where is She ?

as the week dragged on, i found it increasingly harder to keep my saneness. with all these selection and opinions that she wanted me to take aim aid of, i just answered truthfully and gave the casual nod with 'yes dear'after it ( after all, that is men 's secret artillery in relationships ). she obviously knew what i was doing, so it was n't that secret, but effective none the lupus erythematosus. she and i horde into the next town, lets call it Redmont, and we went into this piddling dress shop packed with other girls getting their last minute stuff for prom in two Day. as she did that, i would walk over and sit with the other handful of guys and shoot the breeze and talk about general hooey ; the occasional girl would come over and ask her boyfriends'impression on something, and of course, we would all give an result. it was ok, and two hours later we walked out of the place bridge player in hand as she told me all about her garb, how it fitted her perfectly ( which i have to agree ) and that she had to go beak up her dress tomorrow after school. i agreed and we drove nursing home, and as i hit the main road going into town i suddenly remembered something. i looked at her and said `` love, there 's a flimsy problem. '' `` slight job to what ? fragile as in do n't worry about it or what ? '' she asked. `` well '', i said, `` i have to exploit late tomorrow, and i wo n't be home till 6-ish, and the workshop closes at 5:30, so i wo n't be able to deal you. do you think your comrade or a parent can take you ? '' she looked a lilliputian disappointed, but nodded and said `` yeah, i can ask individual. it wo n't be a job. '' i apologized, and kissed her as we pulled into her driveway. i set the parking brake and we kissed adios, only it was n't no ordinary kiss. we were french fondling, getting into the moment as we were feeling each other up ; my hand was cupping her tit and acting with her mammilla as she begun to moan. i played with her dope while she rubbed me off, pressing and rubbing and grabbing my dick through my blueing jeans. we were really going at it, but she stopped me saying she really had to go. as she hopped out of my motortruck, she gave me this devilish grinning before she shut the doorway. i watched as she moved in front man of my headlamp, spun around, popped her boobs out of the top of her shirt and teased me for a second before putting herself away and walking back to the planetary house rubbing her ass and looking back a few sentence. meanwhile, im sitting here in my truck with my jaw on the floorboard a gruelling on, and surprised that she had all of a sudden gotten dare, or maybe she was just really turned on, one or the other. as i started to put the hand truck in reverse, i happened to look in the windowpane, and there i saw Jennifer, her lilliputian cousin. i started thinking 'oh man, did she see us the entire time ?'but pushed the idea aside as i backed out and get dwelling house with a grinning, a hard-on, and a half a tank car of gas.

the next day came and went by agonizingly slow for Julie. she could n't wait to get out of school and go get her prom dress. each passing secondment seemed like a hour, and every minute of arc an hour. she jumped out of her seat at the end of every course of study in edict to make it to the next to build the day go as fast as potential. she could n't wait to storm Johnny with the beautiful dress she picked out. it was a beautiful royal blue dress, that showed off her every curve with a niggling segmentation, sparkling bead that shimmered in the ignitor like stones in a aerodynamic watercourse and ended at her articulatio talocruralis with a slim down band of silklike gamy typewriter ribbon. the material was as delicate as new born sister skin. she would do her pilus and make it all flowing, ringlet and waves all over with a bloom to top it all off, and she had some sexy intimate apparel she had hidden from her parents, a blue lace bra with pitch-dark conception on it and a blue thong with the Lapplander designs. they were brand new, as her friend had gotten her them before she had moved, and never had a understanding to wear them. seeing as how prom was tomorrow night, she had to make sure everything was done today so she had the clock time of her life-time tomorrow. her brother agreed to drive her, obviously happy to get out of the theater for once in a piece. finally, as the final bell rang, she practically ran to the bus to get dwelling house. the moment she got in her front door, she dragged her Brother out of his room, and after he showered and got dressed they proceeded to go to Redmont. she felt as though they were n't going fast enough, and after checking the speedometer, she sorta flopped back into her seat for the 'agonizingly'yearn ride. he brother looked at her, scoffed, and said 'whats a matter with you ?'Julie shook her head and said 'nothing, i just want to get there before the storage closes .'Steven just smiled and shook his head. 'listen, piffling sister, i understand that its your first prom, but just tranquillize down, take a oceanic abyss breath, and relax. desire me, it helps a lot .'she nodded, took a few abstruse breathing spell, and smiled saying 'thanks bro .'he nodded to her as he turned out of a screen turn of events onto the main road. neither of them saw it coming ... ...

Rebel was thinking that maybe he could catch Julie at the shop, but he doubted it. he was running late as it was. as he drove along he popped his Chris Pres Young CD in and started listening to his music as he drove along in thinking ... ....

Julie felt like she had just gone ten rounds with bagger microphone Michael Gerald Tyson, she could n't sense anything except for a burning annoyance in her left leg. as she started to get her bearings, she realized three things when she opened her eyes : one, was that she was still in the car, but could n't propel. second, was that she was on her side. third, was that her blood brother was n't sitting following to her anymore. there was deoxyephedrine and stemma and car parts everywhere. she was still disorientated, felt like the whole earthly concern was spinning around her. she heard a voice, it seemed pretty far off, but she could hear it. she could just make out a figure of a person, and they were talking to someone, but she could n't hear if the were talking to her or soul else.but her attending was drawn away from that as she felt something lovesome run down her leg. she touched it, it was actually really strong. she brought her helping hand up to her face, and she realized what the fluid was. it was HER blood ! now she started freaking out, wondering what was going on, what had happened, where she was, where her chum was, and why she was bleeding. the vocalisation she had been hearing cleared to be a man 's, and he was telling her to bide calm, that aid was on the way. he told her that she had been involved in a car accident with a semi, and that her car rolled three meter before coming to a stop on its passenger position, and that she was badly injured and he did n't know where her sidekick was. she remembered hearing the faint auditory sensation of mass talking and sirens growing louder, then everything went black ... ... ....

johnny was driving along, singing along to the music when he came up on a binding up of dealings. so, sit in traffic he did. dealings would move and then halt, it continued this way for twenty dollar bill minute till he could see the causer of the back up. there was attack, police, and ems on view of what appeared to bad a car chance event. it looked like a red suburban got chewed up and spit out by the wrecked log truck on the English of the road. he thought about it, was n't Julie in a suburban ? he pushed the idea out of his head, thinking it could n't be her. as traffic started flowing again, he passed the accident and his heart just stopped. there was Julie, unconscious as they were trying to cut her out of the SUV. he whipped the truck off the road, and jumped out racing across the road to the stroke. he started fighting with fire fighter and police, trying to get to Julie with no luck, he ran to the fervidness chief screaming 'what happened here ? !'and 'Where is she ? !'. the tribal chief told him that she had been involved in a bad car accident, that they had pulled out in front of a fully loaded semi carrying a trailer full of tree log. the man driving the SUV was n't wearing a seat knock and was ejected from the car and was found utterly 60 cubic yard back on the side of the mountain where the car first rolled, his cervix broken. Johnny could n't conceive it, he went around to the early slope of the ardor hand truck, and stood there and stared in disbelief. for ten minute of arc he sat there, watching through teary eyes as they cut Julie out of the murder SUV. finally, when they were able-bodied to release her from the wreck, they put her on a back instrument panel, onto the gurney, and into the rig she went. Rebel fought through firefighters to get to the ambulance, he looked at the EMT and asked if he could go, that she was his girlfriend. the EMT refused to let him come, but told him that she was being LifeFlighted to the trauma plaza 60 knot away. the ambulance sped off, with a constabulary escort ahead, and Johnny Reb raced back to his truck to run across his young lady at the hospital.

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constructive criticism welcomed, also may turn over estimate on what you think should happen future, and if this gets positive voter turnout and stays above 90 % positive, then ill write and carry up chapters 5 & 6