Disaster Road

19 year old Annabelle Richards has everything she could ever want in life. A loving mother and father, a boyfriend that loves her for who she is and not what she looks like, great grades, and is on the road to becoming a model. That is until the worst happens.

Her mother, of whom she loves dearly, left for a business trip. It was her usual yearly trip to Florida. That is until the drunk pilot stalls the plane in mid-air causing it to crash into the ocean without a trace of their plane.

Annabelle's father became very lonely after his wives accident. In fact, he became so empty that the only way to satisfy himself was to rape his only daughter, Annabelle. Little does he know that he will end up being the father of her child.


2. Closer to Free

And I wonder where you are
And if the pains ends when you die.
And I wonder if there was
Some better way to say good-bye.


It was that time of year again. Mom was going up to Florida for her yearly business meeting. I always feel like there is a hole in my heart when she is gone. And no disrespect to my dad, I love him a lot, but with my mom... I have this feeling of fulfillment. Like... I never have to worry about something. Like everything is going to be okay. At least, that's what I thought.

PJ went with me and my dad to the airport to drop my mom off. I rode in a separate car with PJ, dressed in a lavender silk dress. PJ and I were going to a Summer party after we drop my mom at the airport.

As I sat in the front seat, I kept my right hand on my left shoulder, shivering. PJ must have seen me panicking. "Nervous?" He asked looking up from his daze on the road.

"Just a little," I replied. "I always get worried when mom leaves." The car went quite. All that could be heard was cars passing. I heard an ambulance going towards the airport. I flinched, my eyes closing tight. PJ didn't notice, thank God, and after the sound had passed, I opened my eyes. I shifted my body towards PJ.

"Do you ever feel like something bad is going to happen? You know, when someone you love is away from you?" I asked PJ. He looked at me funny in response. He had furrowed brow until he realized where I was going with the conversation. "Annabelle," PJ began. "Your mom's going to be fine. They don't make airplanes to kill people." I looked up at him in concern. Is he joking?

PJ looked at my facial expression. 'Oh! Um, Annabelle, I uh--er,..erm.. I didn't mean-"


It was about an hour ago that my Mother left for her trip. I still have that gut feeling that I had when me and PJ were in the car. And that comment PJ made has me feeling no better than I was earlier. But I think I really do need to realize that my mom will be okay. I mean, like PJ said, they don't make Airplanes to kill people. At least, I hope not.

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