Faster…
Faster…
Faster…
I needed to slow down, but I couldn’t. The adrenaline of what I wanted to feel kicked in.
The high.
I rode the euphoria, needing something, anything other than what I was feeling.
Emptiness.
Darkness.
Engulfing. Me.
Burying me alive.
Faster and faster and faster, I sped.
A hundred and ten miles per hour…
One fifteen…
She. Is. Mine.
I slammed on the brakes, skidding across the pavement and spinning out of control. Whipping around into several three-sixties, along with all our memories tossing and turning, I just held on with wide eyes.
All I could smell was rubber.
Gasoline.
Then there was silence.
No more thoughts.
Words.
Memories.
She. Is. Mine.
I sped home, rushing back to her. It was dark out now. The full moon was looming over the horizon. I couldn’t get back to her fast enough until finally I saw the road back to her.
Except, once I saw the house, it nearly knocked me on my ass.
“What the fuck did he do now?” I shouted to myself.
The place was swarmed with cops.
“Goddammit, Kraven!”
As soon as I pulled up to the drive, officers ran toward me.
“What did Kraven do now?” I yelled, watching as they surrounded me.
“Julius Knightly.” One of them grabbed my hands, pulling them behind me.
