Country romance now completed

Chapter 20

Flashback

Do you define people by their past, people say they forgive others, but do they really? Constantly holding a grudge  of something that wasn't even their business in the first place. Aren't we all just people, trying to do better the next day?

Judging people by their wrongs in the past is like checking people's grades in high school rather than the ones in college. It's pointless when they have changed.

So then why do we do it? Why do we hold grudges on people, when we have done just as much as they have. Maybe it is a safe haven for us, it makes us feel better that we aren't the only ones who are messing up, and maybe if we put ourselves above other people it will make us feel a fraction better.

Leaning back against the seat, I studied my friends sleeping form, as she lay so out of it in the backseat. She never had been very bright, especially when she was with two teen guys, who might be a bit under the influence. Laughing bitterly, I turned back to the love of my life. "Let's do some drifting Tokyo style." My own laughter filled the closed space, as our car sailed away from the curb so fast, I was jilted to the side a bit.

"You sure are on for it tonight Bri baby," Brady who happened to be my boyfriend smirked, his hands sliding against the steering wheel. I realized his eyes were not even on the road anymore, as the car swerved violently down the dark and Street.

"Eyes on the road," I hissed, pushing his wandering hands away, How was he so out of it. He did nothing to obey my order, as he practically was out of his seat by now, his glazed over eyes so dark a shiver slid down my back.

"Why should I, when this view is so much better." I shook with fright, as flashing lights blurred my vision, with all my force, I peeled him away, taking a dive for the wheel, an attempt at sparing my own life and the lives of the others around me. Pain shot through my side which had made contact with the corner of the storage thing in between our seats. "Calm down, why are you so."

My hands braced the wheel, I was still fighting for a view of the road, as Beady stayed in his own mind, mumbling a bunch of uselessness, tangling me back down to the seat.

"Brady," I screamed, the last thing I had ever said, as my hands jerked the wheel in the direction of who knows what, Brady's foot still full force on the gas pedal. Pain taking over my head with impact of his forceful actions. I shut my eyes, a tear wetting my cheeks.

What happened next was so instant, but at the same time, it felt as though it was slow motion. Laying up just enough that I could see out the front window, everything was silent, everything was still for that one second, before I felt it, our car thrust itself into a little blue one.

Brady went flying, straight into the windshield, that was the last thing my eyes latched onto, my own body unattaching itself from the seat, my mind tingling into nothing, registering that I must be suffocating.

I had seen it in movies, Heard so many stories about it, it happened so often, but nobody really realizes just how harmful it really is until it happens to them.

Empathy isn't feeling what the other person is feeling, it is becoming what the other person has experienced.

Heartbreak

Pain

Betrayal

How could something so harmless, so free minded become A mangled jumble of nothing, but at the same time everything.