Pierce late that
night. He walked me to the front door, but didn’t step outside
because he was in his socks.
“Let me know when you make it home.”
I smiled. “I will.” I put my arms around him
and gave him a quick goodbye kiss. When our lips touched, a current
passed between us and shocked me. Something flashed behind my
eyelids and was gone. I jumped and pulled away.
“Yeah, I felt it too.” Pierce kissed me on
my forehead and sent me on my way.
I made it halfway home before I was stopped
by a horrific accident that spanned the lanes on both sides of the
road.
A red BMW made it to the middle of the
intersection before it was plowed by a truck coming from the
opposite direction. The truck forced the car across the road into
the oncoming traffic.
A cop knocked on my window and I jumped.
“Everything alright?” he asked.
“I think I should be asking you that.” I
tried to smile.
“Heh. I guess so. Bad accident here. You’re
going to have to turn around. You can cross the median here.”
The only other way to get home was to go all
the way back around to the other side of town. I thanked the
officer and shot Pierce a quick text to let him know what was going
on. My new route took me through downtown Greenville and up Wade
Hampton Boulevard to 276. From there I got on Sandy Flat road. It’s
dark and backwoods and creeps me out at night.
As I passed the quarry my car slowed to a
complete stop, bringing home all of my nighttime fears. There was a
little lake that, by daylight shown emerald green, but by night was
as black as pitch. Several years ago, a man shot himself and died
in that lake. I’m not one to believe in ghosts, but it made the
whole eerie situation that much more creepy. I looked down at the
gas needle. It was on empty.
“What the crap,” I murmured to myself.
“There’s no way. I just filled it up. Unless...” I wouldn’t allow
myself to voice my fear of a cut gas line because my only option
was to hike back to the gas station a few yards back in complete
darkness.
I unbuckled myself and looked up. Where
there had been nothing but an empty street a moment ago a man now
stood, illuminated by the car lights. He wore nothing but a pair of
black jeans and his sculpted chest glowed white in the brilliance
of the lights. There was a sneer on his face, a cross between
hatred and triumph, and I knew him immediately.
Lucretious.
His mind opened to me and my blood rolled in
my veins. I wanted to go to him and I started to roll down the
window.
“LeKrista, no!” Roman shouted in my head,
but it was too late. I’d already given Lucretious the leverage he
needed. He was at my car faster than should have been possible and
yanked the glass from the window with a strength I had never seen
before.
Lucretious gripped my throat like a vice and
I struggled to breathe. I thought I would choke to death but he
pulled away from me with such force that I thought my throat had
been torn out. I screamed, raised a hand to my throat to find too
much blood. When I could breathe again, Roman and the half naked
Lucretious were fighting in the street.
I couldn’t see any of the blows, but I saw
the results. Lucretious flew into the icy water of the quarry with
a splash. A moment later he was back in the street to deliver
several blows of his own until he finally sent Roman flying into
the woods on the other side of the road. I heard trees snap and a
loud thud as Roman hit the ground, and Lucretious was at my window
again. He sneered at me, said something in a language I didn’t
understand, and then my car and I were in the air.
This is it. I'm going to die.
Roman rushed back like a blur and stopped
several feet from Lucretious. Roman said something pleadingly to
him in another language, something that was meant to calm, but only
made Lucretious more angry. Lucretious said something back, and
then my car was tumbling. It landed on the top, crushed the car,
and pressed me into my seat. I just knew
night. He walked me to the front door, but didn’t step outside
because he was in his socks.
“Let me know when you make it home.”
I smiled. “I will.” I put my arms around him
and gave him a quick goodbye kiss. When our lips touched, a current
passed between us and shocked me. Something flashed behind my
eyelids and was gone. I jumped and pulled away.
“Yeah, I felt it too.” Pierce kissed me on
my forehead and sent me on my way.
I made it halfway home before I was stopped
by a horrific accident that spanned the lanes on both sides of the
road.
A red BMW made it to the middle of the
intersection before it was plowed by a truck coming from the
opposite direction. The truck forced the car across the road into
the oncoming traffic.
A cop knocked on my window and I jumped.
“Everything alright?” he asked.
“I think I should be asking you that.” I
tried to smile.
“Heh. I guess so. Bad accident here. You’re
going to have to turn around. You can cross the median here.”
The only other way to get home was to go all
the way back around to the other side of town. I thanked the
officer and shot Pierce a quick text to let him know what was going
on. My new route took me through downtown Greenville and up Wade
Hampton Boulevard to 276. From there I got on Sandy Flat road. It’s
dark and backwoods and creeps me out at night.
As I passed the quarry my car slowed to a
complete stop, bringing home all of my nighttime fears. There was a
little lake that, by daylight shown emerald green, but by night was
as black as pitch. Several years ago, a man shot himself and died
in that lake. I’m not one to believe in ghosts, but it made the
whole eerie situation that much more creepy. I looked down at the
gas needle. It was on empty.
“What the crap,” I murmured to myself.
“There’s no way. I just filled it up. Unless...” I wouldn’t allow
myself to voice my fear of a cut gas line because my only option
was to hike back to the gas station a few yards back in complete
darkness.
I unbuckled myself and looked up. Where
there had been nothing but an empty street a moment ago a man now
stood, illuminated by the car lights. He wore nothing but a pair of
black jeans and his sculpted chest glowed white in the brilliance
of the lights. There was a sneer on his face, a cross between
hatred and triumph, and I knew him immediately.
Lucretious.
His mind opened to me and my blood rolled in
my veins. I wanted to go to him and I started to roll down the
window.
“LeKrista, no!” Roman shouted in my head,
but it was too late. I’d already given Lucretious the leverage he
needed. He was at my car faster than should have been possible and
yanked the glass from the window with a strength I had never seen
before.
Lucretious gripped my throat like a vice and
I struggled to breathe. I thought I would choke to death but he
pulled away from me with such force that I thought my throat had
been torn out. I screamed, raised a hand to my throat to find too
much blood. When I could breathe again, Roman and the half naked
Lucretious were fighting in the street.
I couldn’t see any of the blows, but I saw
the results. Lucretious flew into the icy water of the quarry with
a splash. A moment later he was back in the street to deliver
several blows of his own until he finally sent Roman flying into
the woods on the other side of the road. I heard trees snap and a
loud thud as Roman hit the ground, and Lucretious was at my window
again. He sneered at me, said something in a language I didn’t
understand, and then my car and I were in the air.
This is it. I'm going to die.
Roman rushed back like a blur and stopped
several feet from Lucretious. Roman said something pleadingly to
him in another language, something that was meant to calm, but only
made Lucretious more angry. Lucretious said something back, and
then my car was tumbling. It landed on the top, crushed the car,
and pressed me into my seat. I just knew
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