Wake up.

Chapter One

Myles Clarkson was a forty-six year old, successful business man. He owned his own real estate company, self-titled "Clarkson Real Estate". Myles' company was so successful that he was running three headquarters for nationwide homes. The headquarters were all in places that meant something to Myles, so he didn't just make trips to California or New York City or other dense areas.

The main headquarters was in Myles' current residing city, Carson City in Nevada. The secondary headquarters was in Myles' hometown, Charleston in South Carolina. The third headquarters was held in Wichita in Kansas, as Myles' eldest child, nineteen year old Lisa Clarkson was about to go to college in Kansas.

Myles' family life was pretty decent, he was married to forty-two year old Wendy Clarkson and had three kids with her. Lisa, age nineteen, Theodor, age twelve, and Frank, age five.

On January 13th, 2015, Myles had to take a trip to the headquarters in Charleston to hold a meeting with some of the higher-ups of the business that weren't in the main building, such as his Chief Financial Officer (CFO) James Lyres, his Chief Operating Officer (COO) Adrian Malakain, his Chief Information Officer (CIO) Gregory Lankaster, his Chief Sales Officer (CSO) Jeffery Kurt Crabbs and plenty more.

He got up early that morning, his alarm sounding at 5:45 AM as it did every morning, his eyelids parting to reveal his brown orbs as his dilated pupils shrunk to adjust to the small amount of light in the room this early in the morning. He looked over, expecting to see his wife's golden hair beside him, but she was not there.

Myles groaned, rolling back over onto his right side. "Maybe she got up already." He said to himself, his groggy voice speaking it's first words of the morning.

He pushed himself off of his bed, his shirtless body rolling off of the bed as the bare soles of his feet made contact with the soft, brown carpet. He leaned back, standing upright as his arms extended out, reaching behind him as he groaned, stretching his muscles.

Once he finished stretching, he walked over to his closet and opened it up, reaching in and grabbing a hanger which had a black suit and a white dress shirt on it. He lied down the hanger on his bed before putting his hands to his waist, his thumbs slipping into the top of his grey Hanes boxer briefs before pushing them down to his ankles and kicking them off. He walked over to his dresser, which was right beside his closet. He grasped the wooden handle before pulling open the top-middle drawer and pulling out another pair of grey Hanes boxer briefs. He walked over to his bed and proceeded to get dressed, as he did every day.

Once he had finished getting dressed, he proceeded downstairs where he saw Wendy already awake, cooking.

"Oh, good morning dear!" Wendy's light-hearted voice spoke gently between her thin lips, which curved into a smile as she watched Myles walk down the stairs, the floorboards creaking below his feet.

"Good morning, hon'." Myles responded before lifting his right hand to his right eye, rubbing his closed eyelid with his index and middle finger before reaching the bottom of the stairs. "What are you making?"

"Well, since you're going out for a special business trip, I figured maybe I'd make you some bacon and eggs." She smiled, before turning around and flipping a fried egg in the pan.

Myles chuckled a bit. "My favorite," He said, and he wasn't joking. Myles had loved that meal since he was a boy. "Just don't burn it like my mom used to." He joked with a cocky smirk and a chuckle.

Later that day, around four PM, he got in his car, putting the key in the ignition and starting up the black 2015 Hyundai Santa Fe. He already made plans to be picked up in Charleston by CFO James Lyres at 4:30AM, when his plane hit the ground after the eleven and a half hour flight.

Myles rolled up to a stop sign, sighing calmly and closing his eyes. He finally had some time to himself to think before getting on the plane. He had an irrational fear of a hijacking, which wasn't so irrational at this time with the growth in terrorist groups such as ISIS. His foot released from the break pedal slightly, not realizing the car was moving. He slowly rolled into the middle of the intersection before hearing a loud engine and rapid honking. His eyes quickly opened and his head darted to the right, the direction of the sound, as he noticed two lights speeding towards him. He panicked and froze as the approaching vehicle slammed on the break, still speeding towards him as the tires skid on the ground. Myles was frozen in fear before slamming his eyes shut as the car slammed into his.