A Federal Agent entered my hospital room with a genuine smile and stood by my bed.
"Kaylee, can you tell me everything you can remember? Every little detail can be useful." He asked with a soft voice.
"Well, I was getting into my yellow buggie after work. It was dark out, probably 9:00. I unlocked my car with the clicker, I have one of those buttons on it to start the car too, and...and I started the engine." I began to cry.
The FBI agent began to explain to me what had happened.
"Well Kaylee, you're not the only victim in our case. There seems to be a car bomber targeting brunette females with red or yellow vehicles."
"Oh my God..." I whispered with a blank stare.
"Kaylee, you're one of the lucky ones. If you started your engine while in the driver's seat --"
I interrupted. "Lucky ones? Lucky ones! The explosion took away something that matters the most to me as a dancer, a performer...a human. This bastard took away my God damn legs!"
He started out of the room probably because I told him all he wanted to hear but in a calm yet stern voice he said to me one last thing. "Kaylee, just know that we will find who did this to you."
That was the last I ever did see that FBI Agent.
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One Accident, Two Hearts
RomanceKaylee, a beautiful brunette, a dancer, a working performer is the only surviving victim in a series of deadly car bombings. When the 'bastard' who changed her life is caught, she convinces herself to rebuild her life and learn to walk again. All Ka...
