Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
“OK, I spose,” said Megan, as if she was my mother saying I was excused from the
table with half of my food left. I got out and dried off. Then I left and went back to the
room. When I got there, I expected to see my precious, beautiful, wonderful fiancee Sara,
but I came to an empty room. Nothing was moved so I knew she hadn’t been here since I
left. I thought to myself, ‘Oh well.’ and plopped onto the bed. I reached over for the
remote and flipped on the TV. While channel surfing, I found MTV playing my baby’s
video. Of course I had to watch it to see her happy face. After it was over, the 10 to the
hour, every hour, news break came on. That old lookin’ Kurt guy came on and said, ‘We
have breaking news for you now.’ I said to myself, “Great! Who got arrested now?” I
wished I hadn’t had that bad of an attitude toward that, because I didn’t know what was
actually coming.
He said, “There was an horrible accident in Orlando today.” I started to worry. “It
involved a drunk driver and 1500 member, Backstreet’s Brian’s girlfriend, Sara Petersen.”
I was in shock. I started to lose my breath. “Breathe,” I said. “Breathe.”
He continued, “She is in critical condition at St. John’s Hospital in Orlando. Word
has it, the band members and Backstreeter’s don’t know yet, so hopefully they’re
watching. We’re trying to get a hold of them as we speak.” I was watching alright. I
sure the hell was watchin’.
Was I dreaming or what? I pinched myself to make sure. It was really happening.
“Damn it!” I said. “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” I was getting louder and louder. “This
life is shit! Pure fucking shit! I’ve gotta see her, now, must go.” I ran down to the pool
area. I took the stairs cause the damn elevator was taking too long. “Nick,” I said, out of
breath. “Nick, I need, I need your....(stop to breathe, stop to breathe).
“Need my what?”
“Your, your car.”
“Why?”
“It’s Sara. She’s been in an accident.”
Cont.
Chapter 3