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The Red Brick Prison. Chapter VI
He got in to the drivers seat of her ford fiesta and smiled, the sun was shining on yet another warm summers evening, and for the first time in a long time he felt good. He had been invited to a party by a friend of a friend, and obvious set up, but it meant a night away from the screaming and fighting. A night to relax and have some fun, he didn't even mind that he had been roped into driving.
He placed the bottles of larger he had been asked to pick up (for everyone but him) on the passenger seat, and he set off. He drove along, an optimistic smile on his face, feeling like tonight, was going to change things.
As he rounded the corner, along a stretch of road which he had driven more times than he could remember, the bottles beside him began to shake and knock together. Knowing that if the bottles smashed, he would be sent on another beer run before he got one foot in the door, he leant over. One hand still on the wheel, as he tried to pick up the bag of bottled larger and move it to the floor.
Taking his eyes off the road for a second, he didn't see her. A few yards ahead, stepping out to cross the road, on her way to the same party. Then as his eyes focused back on the road in front of him, he saw her; a beautiful girl, with long blonde curls and floaty blue dress, just a few feet from his car. He tried to hit the horn hard and slammed his foot on the brake. But it was too late. A flash of blue, and he closed his eyes tight, the blood pounded in his ears. The screech of tyres and the sound of screaming filled his head. Then...