You can move away from your problems, but your problems will still be your problems. Bryce and Michelle try to pick up the pieces of their lives after getting married and being in a near fatal plane crash. Taylor begins his quest to move on from his...
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BRYCE
Flashing lights. Loud clatter. Shattering booms. A thunderstorm was raging outside of my bedroom window as I laid in bed alongside my sleeping, very pregnant wife. I could hear the raging storm as the wind was swirling ferociously and the rain was slamming against the balcony furniture and sliding glass door windows. Times like these made me so grateful that I was in a secure home in a warm and snug bed. I looked up at the ceiling as I allowed my mind to take me back to a night that I have tried for so many years to forget. This night was the night the innocence of me and my best friend was truly and utterly obliterated. I remembered the voices, the sounds and even their faces. But, I couldn't quite remember everything that happened. Why? Why can't I remember firing the gun or seeing Evander's large body hit the hallway floor? I closed my eyes as I was transformed back to that fateful June 2005 night.
I had gotten a frantic call from Romeo just before I pulled off my clothes to climb into bed. We had played basketball and hung out with Alicia and Michelle all day. I was tired and spent from the events of the day, but the terror in Romeo's voice moved me to act. I jumped up, pulled on my gray sweatpants and my grey hoodie with no shirt underneath and rushed out of my bedroom door. I ran down the stairs where I found my father sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. It was 11:30 at night. I figured everyone was already in the bed sleeping. I tried to sneak towards the door, but he was too slick for that.
"Boy, where do you think you're going at this time of night," he asked, as I stopped. "Bryce?"
I sighed, as I stood in the foyer staring at the back of my father's head.
"Pops, Rome needs me," I answered. "He REALLY needs me."
My father immediately stopped reading the newspaper and set it aside. He stood to his feet and turned to look at me. He was still wearing his white dress shirt with the top button unhooked, his black tie hung loosely around his neck and he was still wearing his black dress pants.
"Why does Romeo NEED you at this time of night, Bryce?"
"Dad, I really don't know. That's why I am in such a rush to get over there. I know it's late and it is WAY past my curfew, but if you would have heard the way he sounded, Dad."
"If it is THAT important to you then, I'll drive you over there."
"Really, Pops? Will you?"
"Sure," he nodded his head. "Let me just slip my shoes back on. Call Romeo back and tell him that you are on your way."
"Okay, Dad. Thanks," I said to him, as I turned my back and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I pressed Romeo's number on speed-dial and it started to ring. He picked up on the fourth ring breathing really hard. "Ay, Rome? Man, I'm on the way. You all right?"
"Please...hurry," he said breathlessly and then the call ended again.
"Dad, let's go," I yelled. "Something's not right!"
