Monday, June 28, 2004

The Mistake ch 4
alright people, here it is, the next part of the mistake. hope you like it.

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Heathrow woke up early in the morning and quickly showered and got dressed. He had hopes to cover some distance so he could meet his “friend.” He figured that if his “friend” was 1,500 miles away, then he would reach in three days. He figured this because he would drive at about eighty miles an hour for three hours, stop an hour for lunch, and then drive another five hours and stop for dinner and find a hotel to sleep for the night. This meant that he would drive about six hundred miles a day.
Dran ate breakfast at a nearby coffee house and started his long journey to his “friend.” He kept to his plan pretty well and drove about six hundred and fifty miles the first day.
The second day was not as good as Heathrow would have wished for. He had barely driven thirty miles when he had to double-back all the way because of a fallen tree in the way. From there he had not gone far when it began to rain. This made it so he could not drive as fast for fear of skidding and crashing. The rain continued for the rest of the day.
Other unfortunate occurrences included two cars crashing in front of him and blocking the road for an hour, his car running over a woman’s cat, a flat tire, a routine traffic delay, running out of gas and having to walk three miles to get some, and taking a wrong turn and having to drive back ten miles to take the right one.
Heathrow felt as if this was some kind of punishment for all the bad things he had ever done in his life.
One especially close encounter happened a few miles before Dran decided to stop for the night. In this close encounter, the police had set up a roadblock and were checking every car. When it came time for his turn, Heathrow wanted to just quickly drive away, but his instinct told him to stay.
When the officer checked his car, Heathrow asked him what they were looking for. The officer said they were looking for a murder suspect, but he would not say who it was or whom he had killed. The officer let Dran go finding nothing.
This was, Dran felt, amazingly good luck considering all that had happened to him that day.
Following this incident, Heathrow pulled into the driveway of the nearest diner and sat down to eat. After dinner, he went to a nearby motel called the Paradise Inn to sleep for the night.
Dran gave his ID to the lady at the desk and then paid her for the room. On his way to the room, something just hit him so that he became very frightened. A thought just occurred to him that made him terrified. He almost panicked so much that he almost gave out a great cry. He couldn’t believe that he didn’t think of this earlier.
Dran quickly walked out of the motel and into the Stallion he had found. He drove about ten miles further and parked near another motel, but this time he did not rent a room.
Heathrow just sat in the car and slept there. He awoke many times in the night fearing that he would be found and taken to jail if it was the police or he would be killed if it was the Eternal Bliss.
He also began to think that all that had happened that day was punishment for all that he had ever done wrong in his life, from birth to this very day, but he soon discarded that idea because it was a very superstitious view, which was the opposite of his nature.
Heathrow eventually fell asleep without waking up in the middle of the night. He slept soundly for that time though it was not very comfortable in the car.


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