(that girl is Rainee)
::Rainee::
Sometimes I wonder why God put us on this Earth if he foresaw everything that would happen. Literally. Why did he put us on this Earth with all these dangers and hazards and stuff? It doesn't make sense. Telling the future shouldn't be a sin. But I wish God would've told me THIS would happen.
Five Hours Ago...
"Rainee, I'm leaving. I'll be back tomorrow morning. You may be eighteen, but as long as you're in THIS house, all the rules still apply. You know what that means Rain." Mom said, sternly, her piercing green eyes narrowing down.
I sighed, and positioned myself in a more comfortable position on the floral, cream colored couch.
"No parties, I know..." I trailed off, playing with my dark brown hair.
Mom smiled. She pat my head like I was a dog. I hate that so much. Don't you know I'm human, too?
"'Atta girl. You already know. See you, tomorrow, baby." Mom said, leaning down and kissing my forehead.
"Ugh, again with the kisses, Mom. I hate when you do that. I'm eighteen, now." I groaned, wiping off the saliva she got on my forehead.
Mom smiled once more.
"What, I can't help it! You're my daughter and I love you so much. And I'm so proud of the woman you've become. Bye." Mom said, walking out the front door.
I waved slowly. I threw my head back and groaned. What? I'm so bored. What's a girl to do on a Friday night while her mother is gone? As soon as I asked myself this question, I grabbed my phone off the table.
"Chelsea." I mumbled to myself.
I scrolled through my contacts to find Chelsea. There you are. When Chelsea picked up the phone, I expected it to BE Chelsea. Instead I heard:
"Hello, my sweet Rainee. Unfortunately, Chelsea can't come to the phone right now. We will meet some time soon. I'll never forget what you did that day. I never even forgot about you. I'm sure you'll remember me when we see each other, too. But for now, goodbye."
I mean, he had a sexy voice and all, but I was still creepy as hell.
"Wait, who is this-"
Phone hangs up.
"Was that a prank call? Or..." I mumbled.
I tried calling the number back but it went straight to voice mail.
I don't know what to do. Should I call the police or investigate myself?
In the end I investigate myself because I don't want the police getting caught up in any prank calling. I kept on my purple and blue rose pajamas and I slid into some purple Jordans.
I went down into the garage. The only vehicle Mom would let me drive is the Bentley Truck, so I got into it. I turned on the ignition and pulled out of the spacey garage.
It's about 10:00 at night. By now, I'd be asleep, but I'm too worried about Chelsea to go to sleep yet. I sped, but I sped on the speed limit, down the seemingly never ending, gravel road. As I drove, I looked at all the palm trees I drove past. It's like a infinite row of palm trees. It started raining, so I flipped on the windshield wipers. It started pouring down really fast.
Whenever you're driving down the road and it's raining really hard, it looks like a big gray space in front of you. Like there's a cloud of fog. A black SUV drove past me. The driver stared at me as he drove past.
But it wasn't one of those normal stares. It was- screeeeeccchhhh!!! I jumped in my seat and looked in my mirror and saw the SUV turn around and speed after me. What's HIS problem? I began to get nervous and speed up, avoiding the man.
He sped up to the lane next to me and started bumping the side of the truck, causing me to immediately panic! I tried to speed up more but...this motherfucker ran me off the damn road! The truck rolled roughly down the slope. I screamed.
What's gonna happen to me?!
Am I gonna die?!
Why did he run me off the road?!
But my thoughts were interrupted when the truck came to an abrupt stop against a tree. At this point I thought I was done for.
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