Looking over at the speedometer, Mike saw from the passenger’s seat that it read one hundred and five miles per hour. Mike and his best friend Chris had just left Laura’s house. Laura was Chris’ girlfriend and had been for the past year and a half. Tonight, she told Chris she wanted to take a break with Chris because she would be leaving for college in two weeks.
“Dude, slow the fuck down!” Mike screamed.
“No, Laura is going to regret leaving me,” Chris said, angrily.
“There’s more girls in the world besides Laura. She treated you like shit anyway.”
“But I love her. She has been my world for almost two years now. I don’t want to live without her.”
“Are you kidding me, dude? I don’t want to die.”
Mike started to think about his life. He needed to find a way to make Chris stop driving sixty miles over the speed limit. There had to be something he could do. There had to be some way he could stop him. Mike sat in his seat like a statue, thinking about Chris, as sweat was dripping down his face in fear.
“Come on, Chris. Just pull over and listen to me or let me drive!”
“No, I’m driving.”
“Dude! Slow down!” Mike screamed as he saw the speedometer reach one hundred and twenty miles an hour.
Mike didn’t think Chris’ car would survive at one hundred and twenty miles. His old 1993 Honda Accord 5 speed wasn’t cutting it much these days. The car was shaking and Chris’ eyes were focused on the road. It was as if his body wasn’t even there. His mind was taken over and his only thoughts were to kill himself.
“Mike, Laura is my world. I know I’m only eighteen but I don’t want to live without her.”
“She said she wanted to take a break. She didn’t say she wanted you out of her life forever.”
“She should have just said that. It wouldn’t have hurt anymore than this does.”
“Chris, just pull over and let me drive.”
Mike shook his head and started to cry. His watery eyes blurred his vision and Chris started swerving down the road. Mike grabbed the wheel and tried to keep the car on the right side of the road. That was the best he could do if he couldn’t be in the driver’s seat.
Suddenly, Chris grabbed the wheel from me, push my hands away, then looked me in the eye. As I tell him to pay attention to the road, I looked ahead, as we were headed right into this bright white house that stood right before us. Going so fast, the brake didn’t even matter. The car slammed into the house, hitting a gas line. The house blew up, killing Chris, Mike, and the innocent family of four.
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