Page 172 of We Are Yours

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My actions.

My fucking life…

I flew by car after car through every intersection. My foot was heavy on the gas pedal, going faster and faster until everything I sped by was simply one big blur. I switched lanes, dodging and barely missing the vehicles in my way. Horns blared from every direction, but they didn’t stop me.

I took a sharp left onto a back street, causing my car to fishtail. My tires kicked up gravel as I took a curve.

“Motherfucker!” I roared until my throat felt raw and my chest burned. I slammed my fists into the steering wheel.

Sixty-five miles per hour…

Seventy…

Eighty…

Eighty-five…

Ninety…

Ninety-five miles per hour…

Breaking triple digits…

Another sharp turn, another curve, another hill.

Faster…

Faster…

Faster…

I needed to slow down, but I couldn’t. The adrenaline of what I wanted to feel kicked in.

The high.

I rode the euphoria, needing something, anything other than what I was feeling.

Emptiness.

Darkness.

Engulfing. Me.

Burying me alive.

Faster and faster and faster, I sped.

A hundred and ten miles per hour…

One fifteen…

She. Is. Mine.

I slammed on the brakes, skidding across the pavement and spinning out of control. Whipping around into several three-sixties, along with all our memories tossing and turning, I just held on with wide eyes.

All I could smell was rubber.

Gasoline.

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