Our Destiny (Sequel to Fallen)

It's been a year since Karla started to remember, and everything looks perfect. It feels perfect. But the burden from her being an orphan, and both of her parents dying because of her, keeps adding more weight on her shoulders. When Justin and Karla find themselves in a situation they can't get out of, will their love be enough?


17. Kudos to you, Canada

Karla's POV

From the backseat I watched him driving frantically. The sweatdrops were dripping down from the side of his head. It was, safe to say, a bumpy ride. Considering he had drunken quite a lot of drinks with a high rate of alcohol, I was surprised we were still on the actual road. The car suddenly drove sharply left, and I swear, we were only inches away from hitting a lamppost. Weren't like, traffic controls made for situations like these?  Kudos to you, Canada. I mean he wasn't even on the right side of the road most of the time. Hopefully no cars would come, in our luck no one came. I wasn't even bothered to look at my surroundings anymore. I looked out the window, what seemed to be a giant cornfield passed by the windows. Hundereds of cobs flashed before my eyes every second. Where were I? Where was Justin? Was Pattie, god forbid, still alive? What about Jaxon and Jazzy, they must be terrified. What if Justin actually came to his senses and did what I told him? What if he turned around and ran the other way? Then Pattie would've bled out now, for sure. But the Justin I knew wouldn't give up so easily. For god's sake, he stayed with me even when I didn't remember who he was. A loud bang interrupted my thoughts. The car yawed to the left and went straight into the cornfiled. Paniced, I grabbed my seat and braced myself. Rhett tried to control the car but failed, aftrer what felt like forever, I was jolted into the safe triangular space of the seatbelt when the front of the car hit something. I heard glass smash, I closed my eyes whilst I felt small pieces of glass carv into my arms and cheeks. Everything went silent and dark. Carefully I opened my eyes. Once my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I looked over at the, now empty, drivers seat. Where was Rhett. My eyes moved to the windscreen, it was completely smashed, with drips of blood on the sides. I remembered that Rhett wasn't wearing a seatbelt, he must have been thrown out of the front of the car. I crawled my way to the front of the car and opened the glove compartment, to my luck I found a flashlight. I lit it, and saw a big rock in front of the car. Before I could stand up from the car to see if Rhett was there on the ground. He stood up with a crooked smile, and a glass covered face.

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