Richard dragged himself off the floor and collapsed on the sofa. He fell asleep. This was five hours ago. Debbie was on the sofa opposite him staring at him, watching him sleep.
Debbie had fallen asleep watching Richard and woke up at 6:00 am. She got up and dressed and left Richard a note
'Be back. Popped out for breakfast stuff. I left a thermos of tea on the table right next to this note. If you can't see the tea then a honey badger took it. See what i did there? Reffered to the honey badgers in Botswana. Love ya! Debbie. P.S I took the Jag.'
When Richard read the note he started freaking out. Was it morning in his dream? Was there a Jag? Oh no! Richard got up and walked around the house. He dressed (He must have changed into his pyjamas) and ran out the door. The market was two blocks away. He started running and when a first responder Ambulance drove by he started sprinting, tears streaming down his face. When he got to the scene everything slowed. Richard saw a crumpled silver Jag in the ditch. He screamed and ran over to it. He looked into the crushed cockpit and saw red all over the used to be white interior. He whipped around and saw the first responder pulling away. He started running after it. Two men grabbed him and he fell to his knees. He looked behind him and saw Jeremy and James, tears clearly visible in their eyes........
A/N I hated writing this, but i had to, I'm sorry, i'm so sorry.........
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Losing Grip (#Wattys2015)
HorrorDebbie never thought she would meet her idol, Richard Hammond. But when she finds him beat, battered and robbed in an alley near her flat her whole life is flipped upside down. Will she be able to handle the stress of his busy schedule or will she g...
