Amber & Racquel: Chasing Happily Ever After

Chapter 1: Running in the Dust

The dark green and rusted Chevy sped down the single lane highway. Thick clouds of dust kicked up past the tires as the car swerved and blazed through the scolding desert. Inside, Amber and Racquel were panic stricken at the sight of the three black SUV's in tight pursuit. Back in the city, they saw the SUV's tailing them and thought that they could lose them. As Amber drove, she made sharp turns onto residential streets, then onto side streets, and eventually, and much to Racquel's discouragement, she hit the freeway. Amber took a freeway exit that led to a small town and then, a nearly deserted highway. That's when the SUV's began picking up speed and closing in on them. With the SUV's hot on their tail, Amber floored the gas pedal and sped down the nearly deserted highway into the open desert.

Amber gasped for air through the hot and dusty wind that blew through the car windows. Beads of sweat dampened her forehead as she gripped the steering wheel. She kept looking back through the rear view mirror at the danger that closed in. She silently prayed that the three black SUV's would somehow blow their tires and just topple over one another in a huge accident.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," Raquel repeated as she stared intensely into the side view mirror at the approaching vehicles.

"I told you, I told you Amber! I said not the freeway, there's nowhere to go on the freeway! Didn't I say that! You never fuckin' listen," Racquel complained as she loaded bullets into the two revolvers sitting in her lap.

"Look, it's not like I had that many options! I am trying to get away Racquel!" Amber hollered as she shifted anxiously in her seat.

"Yeah, you tryin' and you ain't succeedin'..." Racquel mumbled as she glanced over her shoulder at the SUV's.

The black trucks began closing in on the rusted Chevy. Then without a moments warning, the Chevy was sprayed with bullets. Amber and Racquel ducked as the bullets whizzed past their heads shattering the back window and side view mirrors.

"Aaaahhhhh," Amber screamed as they swerved off the highway and onto the dirt alongside the road.

"See, we shouldn't have gotten on that damn freeway..." Racquel agitated.

"Look you're not drivin' so shut the fuck up," She yelled "It's gonna be okay... we can get outta this...I just need some mood music," she reached out to the radio, sifted through a few stations until she found the one she wanted. House music blared through the speakers and Amber immediately began to calm. Amber clutched the steering wheel and cut back on to the highway again with full force and determination in her eyes. She felt the music and began to release all of the anxiety from the chase. Amber was now fully focused on the getaway and was not going to let the SUV's catch up to them.

As the bullets continued to destroy the interior, Racquel was only annoyed by the music that filled the car. Though she felt Amber was looking a lot more collected, she thoroughly despised House music.

"Seriously?" She glared at Amber.

"How about you do something about this shit," Amber cried, pointing at the back of the vehicle.

"With pleasure," Racquel leaned out of the window, both guns in hand, and aimed. She held her breath, fired off six shots, and quickly slid back into her seat while staring out of the back window.

The shots hit the driver of the first SUV. As the first truck swerved the second couldn't get away and collided with the first. The accident caused a fiery explosion and the third SUV was traveling too fast to avoid crashing into the accident before them. The third truck rammed into the first two and mercilessly tumbled over them, throwing the driver and two other passengers out of the SUV on its path.