The Past Forgotten (Broken Hope)

Professor?

"How many hours was it again, Uh, you said you name was Benjamin?" Said Tim, the taxi driver. He was black and had a blue shirt with horizontal stripes with blue denim jeans, and a baseball hat.

"16, we had to change flights several times to get to Atlanta from England" I replied sleepily. "16 damn hours, just to meet my bestfriend."

"What's his name?" Tim asked as he shuffled in his seat and adjusting his seatbelt.

"Her name is Maggie" I stated, putting emphasis on the word 'her'.

"Okay then, what's your job?"

"Professor, at a university, teaching English and I.T."

"Hun, that's a brilliant job. A fucking professor! Nice!"

"Hun?!" I said blatantly.

"Sorry, I'm.. Uh... I'm embarrassed now."

"Embarrassed about what?" I asked the driver.

"Never mind" Tim replies, obviously pissed with himself.

Everything was quiet as we drove through a back street.

"This might be harsh" I started "and it's ok if you get pissed with me bu.."

"What might be harsh?" He replied glaring at me through his rear view mirror.

"Uh... Are you... Interested in men? I'm sorry if you aren't it's just.. "

"Yes...." He cut me off. "Are you?"

"Nah, sorry"

He turned around and looked at me.

"Sorry"

As boredom takes over I glance out the window to see another car, the passenger lunged onto the driver and plunged his teeth into his neck. Bright red blood sprayed across the windshield and the car started swerving. The vehicle suddenly swerved right knocking into the taxi, forcing it into a ditch where we tumbled and cartwheeled.

The last thing I remember is Tim's body flying out his already open window...

Then all was black...