A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter forty.

*jaspers prospective*

I drove down the highway. My heart beating at a fast rate. Sweat beaded at my brow and tears formed a little in my eyes. My hands shook and I felt scared. Scared for my lost love. The black road was painted down the middle in short yellow lines. I rolled my window down slightly letting the breeze go through my curly hair. I rested my head on my hand and breathed in the sweet sweet oxegyn. My breathing hitched as I thought about what he might of done to her.

All of a sudden my phone went off. I checked who it was and it was Molly's mom.

"Dena? Why are you calling?"

"Jasper? Oh thank The Lord, Molly is found, well not yet. She's in Yakima, drive to Yakima and get her please. She called me and told me that she was staying at these peoples house. Hurry please." I said okay and she gave me the adress. I zoomed off through the pitch night. My head lights lighting the road like the moon does to the earth. It was almost like I was in a trance. Focused on one thing only. A strategy on one thing only.

And yet I found the soulition. After searching for what seemed like forever but was actually like a mist of a few days, we finally found her.

From all the excitement I stepped on the gas. Smiling that we finally found her.

I had my window rolled down and was listening to the sound of the insects whispering into the night sky.

All the insects seemed to stop. The loudness of a horn honked and soon the headlights streamed through the car. Highlighting me. I was like a deer in headlights. The semi hit with great force causing the silver pickup to tumble. I hung on to my seat belt for dear life. I felt like everything was going in slow motion. The semi spun and hit the back of my truck again causing the back part of the truck to rip off from the force of the impact. The truck started to tumble. A sharp metal object went whizzing past my ear and went through the window. The glass sprinkled down on me like snow. I took in big breaths while the cab part of the truck tumbled down the ridge of the hill.

The truck finally came to a stop once it came in impact with a tree. Crushing drivers seat making my scrunch up in a ball. There was horrible pain in my chest. My hands felt like they where on fire. I felt a warm thick liquid ooze down my face. I squinted my eyes and looked down. Glass was cut and buried in my hands like slivers. The door to the drivers side had my ribs crushed and pushed against the middle area. My head was cut, and there was a loud piercing screech that only my ears could hear. I screamed a scream that was unheard by my ears. Yet my throat burned and was begging for a glass of water. I was stuck in the woods, pushed against a tree. In a state that was non functional.