Forbidden, Caught, and Running... With my Brothers Best Friend

Life Saver

*Zack's P.O.V*

            The trees around me seemed endless. They just kept going on and on and on. They didn't stop, and they didn't seem they ever would. There was a burning sensation in my lungs, and my arms felt like they were weighted. But I pushed on; I had to get to civilization to save Jhana. She was my life. I didn't realize how much I loved her until this very moment, when I almost lost her.

            The highway finally came into view. Relief rushed through my bones. Finally, I could save her. I could get her to a hospital. I stuck my thumb out, and just as a guy in a truck pulled over, I collapsed. The world went dark.

*Stranger's P.O.V.*

My day had already started out just to be a normal day. Wake up, eat breakfast, get dressed, and head out to work. I had no kids to take care of, no wife to watch over, so it went fairly quickly. I do believe it was a total God thing that I took 10 extra minutes getting ready this morning; otherwise I couldn't have helped them.

First, my oatmeal boiled over, creating a huge mess that I had to clean before I left. Secondly, just after I had gotten dressed, my coffee spilled all over me making me have to redress. Then, my car wouldn't start, so I had to use my backup plan and jumped into my truck.

My truck, not having been used in awhile, coughed to life after a few twists of the key. It was an old ancient rust bucket that I only used on occasion. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my truck, but it just doesn't have the life it used to. Now, it was just a truck I used when I wanted to go on a Sunday evening cruise, or when I desperately needed a backup plan.

As I accelerated, my truck sputtered down the road, slowly. I knew it was going to take awhile to get to work, so I sent my boss a quick text.

*Gonna be late. My car wouldn't start. Taking the granddaddy.*

My boss would get it. Everybody always joked about how my truck was the granddaddy to all trucks. The truck had been through everything it seemed. The person I had originally bought it from swore on his life that it had been a veteran from the First World War's truck. I highly doubted it, but whatever. It was an antique, and I had gotten it cheap. It ran smoothly for the first few months, after quite a bit of fixing up, but it slowly went downhill after that. Now it choked and sputtered and glugged its way down the road.

Soon enough, my eye caught the sign for the highway turn off. I cranked the wheel the left and gunned the engine. The truck hiccupped to its highest speed, a constant 90 km/hr. I knew I would be ticking some hurried people off, but that was the least of my worries. I just hoped my baby wouldn't die on the open highway, because then I was as good as dead.

I merged onto the highway and made sure I stayed in the right lane. I was safely out of speeds way, and it was easy enough to pull over if anything did happen. I continued on in this fashion of thinking for some time, until I noticed a very tired looking boy sticking his thumb out, hitchhiking.

The boy didn't look any older than 18, and he was holding a young girl in his arms. She didn't look any older than him, but her head was gushing blood. I could see the weariness in the boy's eyes, so I pulled over and stopped. The boy's eyes widened in surprise and thankfulness, and then he collapsed.