It was a cold and gloomy day. Makayla, Mom, Dad, and
I had just returned from my grandmother's funeral. "Are you ok?"my dad asks. "Hell no, the one person in the world who actually understood me is now dead!" I scream in anger and frustration. "Watch your language young lady!" my father says coldly. "No!" I spit out. He turns around and yells, " Young lady I am the adult. You are a child and you will do as I say !"  Then out of nowhere a giant semi-truck rams into us sending the car spinning onto the side of the road where it then lay upside down on the dark pavement.

   I was horribly injured. I could feel it from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I was in so much pain I was begging the Lord for mercy. Then all of a sudden I felt someone hold something warm and soft up to my mouth, they were trying to get me to drink something. The substance was warm and metallic. I realize in horror it's blood! My eyes shoot open I look up to see a very handsome young man. He looks about 20. He has more of a bed head hairstyle with beautiful brown eyes. " Up you go," he says in what sounds like a European accent. That was it. He was officially capital HOT. As if that wasn't enough he was very muscular with a leather jacket on. He is a bad boy. "No, my little sister, " I say in the second of consciousness  I have.