Picture Perfect (A Zak Bagans Love Story). [ Editing, and on hold. ]

Escape

"So, any plans tonight?" I laughed as I felt the familiar vibration of my phone under my leg at work. I checked the screen. Lane.

"No. Same old thing. You?"

"Movie night with you tonight:) as we do every Friday." I laughed. Lane was special. He was my only real friend that I have. Despite all my little quirks.

"Any friends going to be over? And can you pick me up tonight? Even from work?"

"Sure. I guess so."

"You are the most awesome friend anyone could ever ask for. You know that right?"

I sighed and check the clock for the millionth possible time. 5:00. Quitting time.

I breathed a sigh of relief and packed up my stuff. I walked into the parking lot to find my dads rusty, red pick-up. I walk over to it, slowly opening the door. I step inside to see my ex boyfriend Jacob sitting in the backseat with my mom, but not bound for once.

My dad. Most likely the sickest man to ever walk the face of the Earth. After his first wife divorced him, he discovered alcohol and drugs. He met my mom. Had me. And then she even threatened to leave him. That's when things from bad to even worse. But knowing me, I already explained that.

My dad reached over and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. He smiled his evil, devilsh grin. He forces my head back to stare at Jacob and my mother. Cuddling. Staring into each other's eyes. Like, what the hell happened? Did they love each other or something.

"Dad, what the fuck are they doing?"

He leans over and smacks me, leaving a red print on my face. "You know we don't use language like that you bitch. And they love each other. I don't mind this one. I'm paying for the divorce. So if they get married, you call him 'daddy.' Understand me?"

"Yes sir. I understand what he can do and what you can do so I realize that either way, I'm screwed."

Dad stares straight ahead. Not smacking me again. Progress. I look back at my mom, who just happens to be looking at me. Her eyes terrified for me. She leans forward up to my dad, forcing his hands off the steering wheel. This was my chance to get out of this, to escape from here. I took her que and jumped. I tumbled a bit before I heard the peeling of rubber. The stupid truck was turning back for me.

I kept tumbling, doing somersaults down the black pavement. When I stopped, I couldn't even stand. I did manage to move myself to the gaurdrail. I opened my eyes to see all the cars just passing by, as if there wasn't a dying girl on the side of the road. I mean seriously, how can you miss that. I close my eyes as a dark Escalade pulls over. A dark, muscular and handsome (if I may say so myself) steps out and runs over, kneeling beside me. His lips move but nothing comes out. Nothing is registered in my head. He takes my hand, feeling for a pulse. Sure enough, I had one. But it wasn't enough to keep me alive. I couldn't get a picture of what he might look like before the world faded to black.