Wednesday, January 26, 2011
b3st fri3nds,pt 15
she searched the tire well for the spare key.she was sure her husband didn't know it was there.she found it and fumbled to get in the door.''c'mon!''she said struggling.finally she slung open the door and slid in.she started the car,slammed her foot on the gas pedal and peeled out.dust and gravel flew up as she fish tailed out of the driveway.''FUCK YOU,WILLIAM!''she sped down the mid day streets not really knowing where to go.the bodies would be questioned by police and the only other place she had to go was to her inlaw's.they were never really fond of her.this would be the icing on her deathbed.as she thought of places to go,the sound of something hitting the car caught her attention.the sound was close.like it came from inside.then another.''shit.''curiosity made her look in the rear view mirror.the pizza car was speeding towards her.william was driving with a nine hanging from the window.''you GOTTA be kiddin me!''tina pressed the gas harder and began to weave through the growing traffic that blocked her path to the expressway.she heard a crash and then felt a sharp sting in her shoulder.she felt the wetness flowing down her arm from the bullet wound.tears rolled again and she wondered who could help her stay alive...
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