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Chapter 9: Accident

It had been one month exactly since Juliet found out that she was pregnant, and there was a strict rule that there would be no smoking in the house anymore because of the baby that was on the way.  Also, there was absolutely no drinking around Juliet so she wouldn’t be tempted to have any alcohol. I liked it better now, because I hated it when Andy or Juliet smoked; I loved them too much find out that one of them had lung cancer.

                I laid on the couch watching the TV show Supernatural, in that episode the angel Castiel appears for the first time, and he is my favorite character because he is just so innocent and hilarious. Oh, Cas!

                Juliet was in the kitchen preparing some lunch for us, and that day we were having a girl’s day because Andy was at the studio with the boys all day.  I looked back at the kitchen and Juliet was walking over with a turkey, cheese, and mustard sandwich on a plate for me, she said placed it on the brown coffee table in front of me.

                I sat up and thanked her by saying, “Thank you.” Then I picked up the sandwich and began to dig in it, and let me tell you something, Juliet can make a mean sandwich.  The sandwich tasted great, and I completely gobbled it down within a two minute period of time.

                “Good god girl,” Juliet chuckled from the kitchen, “did you even taste that?”

                I smiled widely and let out a tiny laugh, but my mouth was full so I couldn’t laugh very loudly. So, to fix that problem, I chewed up all the food in my mouth and swallowed before I spoke. “Yes, and it was delicious!” I exclaimed.

                Juliet laughed and walked back to the living room to pick up my plate and pit it in the metal sink, it clanged loudly when it hit the sink, and she walked back to the living room. She sat down in the chair next to me and began to speak, “So, what do you want to do today?” She asked excitedly.

                “Um,” I thought, “we could go to the mall, go to Olive Garden, and maybe go to Venice Beach!” I was now excited by the thought of hanging out with my super cool mom Juliet.

                “Hell yeah, girl, I like the way you think,” Juliet exclaimed happily, and then she stood up and walked to her room, “Go get ready.” As instructed I sat up and walked down the long hallway, the fan in the living room blew cool air onto us, and I turned into my room I saw Crow scamper out.

                As he was running away I scooped him up and snuggled him, but he meowed loudly and squirmed until I put him down. I walked into my room and headed to my closet, because I needed to change since I was only in my pajamas.

                My eyes scanned the black clad closet, but one shirt kept getting my mind: a white BVB tank top that had all of the guys on it. I took it off of the hanger, and then searched for some pants. On a hanger were my black, high wasted shorts that went up to my mid-thighs. Then, I walked over to my dresser and opened the top drawer; I pulled out a pair of fish-net tights.

                I closed the white door, and began to get undressed. Then, I slid on my shorts, and finally my white tank top was slid on. My feet were slightly cold, so to ease my chilled went feet I put on some black, cowboy boots and I was ready to go.

                I turned the light off in my room and closed the door; running down the hall was Femme and Crow. They meowed loudly and stopped at Juliet’s door, but then they continued to meow. It was quite adorable, actually.

                The door swung open, and out stepping was Juliet. She wore a black halter-top, white shorts, and black boots to go with her shirt. Her now short, black, locks were bouncing up and down with every step she took; she looked fabulous!

                “Ready?” Juliet asked happily.

                “Yup,” I said while popping the p, and we walked down the hallway and turned the fans on in the living room and kitchen. Then, we said goodbye to Crow and Femme, and then we walked out into the hot and steamy garage. The car beeped to life, so I opened the passenger door and hopped in. I buckled my black, seat belt, and Juliet did the same.

                She looked over at me and smiled, and then the garage door opened loudly. Once it was fully open, Juliet backed out onto the driveway and closed it as she got out to the road. We drove peacefully down the neighborhood road and out towards the city.

                The cars were rushing down the highway, and one car in particular was going very fast behind us—it was a large semi-truck. My heart beat faster and faster, because of the haunting memory of the day my parents died in a car crash. Juliet stops suddenly at a stop light, I glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw that the man in the semi behind us was no man—it was the man that was all black and had red eyes, and he didn’t look like he was going to stop any time soon.

                Suddenly, the horrible sound of crunching metal screamed in my ears, and I felt trapped in the car. My head smacked down on the dash board, and suddenly everything around me went black.