Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 17:55:49 GMT -5
PART SEVENTEEN: In which some more bad stuff happens, but some good stuff happens too (but it's mostly bad stuff)
THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE
Dave had been driving for what felt like an eternity. He was somewhere in Ohio. He knew that much. But he couldn't just stop driving. After all, he had the dead body of a teenage girl in his trunk.
He turned on the radio as he glided along the highway. Finally he got an idea. He got off at an exit and went to a Bob Evans. He was hungry, anyway. He had some strawberry pancakes, flirted with the nurse, and then went back into the parking lot. He walked to his car, grabbed his breifcase and filled it with everything in the car that had any value. He grabbed his gun, and some money, then left the car. He went to a pay phone and called a cab.
"To the airport," he instructed the driver when the cab finally arrived.
REGULAR POINT OF VIEW
"Thanks for the ride," I said, kissing Tre goodbye.
"Love you," he said softly.
"I love you, too," I responded, waving at him as I walked up the sidewalk to the house. He waited in the driveway until I safely got inside. Then he headed home.
"What happened?" Nona asked, rushing to my side. "Oh my God, are you okay?"
"They asked me a few questions. Apparently I'm a suspect or something. I think they think my dad and Jen are dead," I said.
"Oh my God," Nona whispered. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," I sighed. "My dad's a fuck."
"I'm still sorry," she said, shrugging feebly.
"I'm going to bed," I announced. "See you tomorrow."
THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE
Dave sat on the plane, staring out the window and wondering how long it would take for someone to discover his car, sitting in the parking lot of a Bob Evans with a rotting corpse in it. He didn't really care. He was on his way to France. He had sat in the airport for three hours, waiting for the next available flight to arrive. And now he was sitting next to a very attractive woman in her 30's that seemed to be a real bitch. He toyed with the idea of doing the same thing to her that he had done to Jen, but wasn't serious about it.
He was pretty surprised that no one was really looking for him yet. He had been gone a few days short of a week now. But people's ignorance was his advantage. He just smiled and closed his eyes, ready to nap the entire way to France.
THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE
Dave had been driving for what felt like an eternity. He was somewhere in Ohio. He knew that much. But he couldn't just stop driving. After all, he had the dead body of a teenage girl in his trunk.
He turned on the radio as he glided along the highway. Finally he got an idea. He got off at an exit and went to a Bob Evans. He was hungry, anyway. He had some strawberry pancakes, flirted with the nurse, and then went back into the parking lot. He walked to his car, grabbed his breifcase and filled it with everything in the car that had any value. He grabbed his gun, and some money, then left the car. He went to a pay phone and called a cab.
"To the airport," he instructed the driver when the cab finally arrived.
REGULAR POINT OF VIEW
"Thanks for the ride," I said, kissing Tre goodbye.
"Love you," he said softly.
"I love you, too," I responded, waving at him as I walked up the sidewalk to the house. He waited in the driveway until I safely got inside. Then he headed home.
"What happened?" Nona asked, rushing to my side. "Oh my God, are you okay?"
"They asked me a few questions. Apparently I'm a suspect or something. I think they think my dad and Jen are dead," I said.
"Oh my God," Nona whispered. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," I sighed. "My dad's a fuck."
"I'm still sorry," she said, shrugging feebly.
"I'm going to bed," I announced. "See you tomorrow."
THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE
Dave sat on the plane, staring out the window and wondering how long it would take for someone to discover his car, sitting in the parking lot of a Bob Evans with a rotting corpse in it. He didn't really care. He was on his way to France. He had sat in the airport for three hours, waiting for the next available flight to arrive. And now he was sitting next to a very attractive woman in her 30's that seemed to be a real bitch. He toyed with the idea of doing the same thing to her that he had done to Jen, but wasn't serious about it.
He was pretty surprised that no one was really looking for him yet. He had been gone a few days short of a week now. But people's ignorance was his advantage. He just smiled and closed his eyes, ready to nap the entire way to France.