Frank Ryors was his name. He was 35, and could care less about the existence about his life at this point. Frank Ryors wasn’t just anybody. He was one of the finest lawyers of New York, New York City. If you knew Frank Ryors you knew he was going to win the case, and he knew he would be making the big bucks. Yet it was his last case that got to him, it wasn’t about the money anymore, and it sure as hell wasn’t about winning.
Ryors Had been sitting for three hours in his study. Books were about, and you could tell the guy knew the law by heart. Within those three hours he thought he could hide his feelings away with a glass of vodka. The glass had sat there never to be drank. Ryors sat there watching the sweat roll off the glass, and yet too much was on his mind. It was going on 3:30 A.M., he knew just in four hours he had to be up.
It was going on seven in the morning. He was dressed and ready to attained a funeral. It was this day that got to him. This was one day that he would never forget, because today he had to face a family that had loss there son. Do to his actions, do to the fact of wanting to win a case.
His cell phone rang, it was his brother. “ Hey Frank! Yeah what’s up? I just wanted to make sure you were up, and ready for today?” His brother said with hesitation. “ Yeah I’m up, and ready. I just wanted to- to say thanks for helping me. It means alot to me that you’re coming”
“No problem. That’s what families for, and no matter what I’ve always got your back. Even if you might seem like you’re in the wrong.”
“ Yeah well umm I’ve got to get going. I should be there in about 30 minutes.” before Frank could hang up his brother continued to talk. “Hey Frank wait! Yeah?” Frank said. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” I mean you haven’t been drinking have you?”
“No I gave it up this morning. Now I’ve got to get going if I’m going to make it on time. Bye!” Frank yelled.
There it was everything he cared about. Frank Ryors pride, and joy. He put everything into his car. He didn’t care if he was stuck in a traffic jam, or was late for work. it defined who he was, a stuck up bitch with no care in the world. It was a 2012 lamborghini. The car was chrome red, and two black stripes going down the center. People always told him that it was heaven on wheels, and had the car to get there.
As He was leaving his pint house a man threw him the keys. He said” Just the way you like it Mr. Ryors, nice, and toasty.” Ryors simply smiled,” Well when it’s negative one you need all the warmth you can get.”
Frank ryors sat in his car, and grabbed the steering wheel, and speed off. He sat there knowing he was going to have to lie to this family that he was about to meet. Seeing their son’s dead body, and the lies that took him down. Do to what Frank Ryors had done. Frank looked in the mirror, and tried to put it behind him. “ Okay Frank you can do this. You’re a lawyer, and Lawyers know how to hide the truth.”
Yet Frank knew deep down he was feeling like shit, and he was going to hell for what happen. He was going to have to man up, and confuse his sins one day. He sat in his car light after light. taking his time to get to the funeral home. About 20 minutes from now he would be stepping out of his car. Lying to the very faces of this family.
Frank came up to the next light, it turned red. He started hitting his brakes. Nothing happened. He hit it again, nothing. What the Hell? He thought to himself. Traffic was flying through. The next thing Frank noticed was that his car wasn’t even slowing down. It was going faster.
At this point Frank was getting closer, and closer running into having a collision. With the on coming traffic. His speed began to increase. thirty, thirty-five, forty,fifty. So much was rushing through his mind. He kept on hitting his brakes, it was no use. The cars at the light began to hit their brakes. He passed by them with furious speed, and came within inches of dying. The cars honked thier horns.
