" Hey you get back here!" Tom yelled at his son.
" No way in hell!" Joe yells as he runs to his Subaru Impreza, trying to escape his bad parents. All they ever did to him was steal his money and put it towards drugs. However Joe had finally had enough. Quickly starting the car and flooring it as he saw his dad get into his truck. Still having the accelerator to the floor, he quickly jumped on the highway in hopes of escaping. Soon enough though as he was cruising at about 120 miles per hour, the headlights of his dads F-250 are seen.
" Your dead Joe! Last time you pulled this shit I put you in the hospital, I'll be sure to finish it!!" It didn't even seem like seconds went by, as he was soon only a few car lengths behind.
" Impossible, how can he catch up to me like this..?" Feeling the pressure as he was weaving in and out of traffic dangerously. Within seconds the Subaru was rammed hard from behind. Unfortunately from that one hit the Subaru was sent spiraling out of control. " No!" Hitting the guard rail head on as all chance of escaping was crushed. Joe was knocked out from the collision, but luckily for him there was to many witnesses as his dad vanished. A few hours later he awoke and noticed he was on the ground next to the gas station.
" Your alright. That was some crash you got involved in." The medic asked as he looked around and saw everyone around him. " The guy who hit you managed to escape."
" I'll be fine I guess.. That wasn't any guy that was my retard drug abuser farther.." Giving them the address of where he lived as he noticed the Subaru on the flatbed. " Crud.. My only way out.." Already seeing that axle was out of place, which probably meant it was totaled.
" Got insurance on it bud?" Noticing a older looking guy with a small mustache and some flashy nascar clothes. Considering everyone who was standing there it seemed pretty obvious to Joe he owned it.
" Couldn't afford it with the likes of my parents always stealing my money. Guess I mind as well just start walking." Not hesitating to as he started headed towards the on ramp where the cars were going. Then it occurred to me walking on a busy highway like that is suicidal. Could maybe the guy help me? I doubt it but maybe he's not all that bad.. Kinda seems like something's bothering him anyhow perhaps I'll ask.
" Hey, whats bothering you?" Joe wandered as he was seeing a tear come down his face. " You going to be alright sir?"
" Oh, i'm sorry.. Its just you remind me so much of my son... Used to love racing like you, then he got in a pretty serious accident.. Now he doesn't want anything to do with cars.. He takes the bus
