Chase Looney Before Accident Novels & Stories

His palms were clammy with sweat from the fright. Phoebe remained silent, the shock leaving her at a loss for words. Werner didn't press her further, figuring she needed time to calm down. Lowering her head, Phoebe stood there for a while, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her nerves were still taut, unable to relax. Was it intentional? Or just a coincidence? The sound of screeching tires broke the uneasy silence, drawing both of their gazes toward the truck that had suddenly veered in another direction. Within seconds, it disappeared from sight.

I might have lingered a bit longer than I should have, but I couldn’t help it. "Darlin’, I suggest you get out of the car, now!" Jesse’s voice was panicked and way more high-pitched than it usually was. My eyes moved to the house where I found Chase charging at us. Rolling my eyes, I climbed out of the car, but even after I hopped out, Chase didn’t look like he would be slowing down. In fact, it looked like he was itching for a fight, so when he came nearer, I decided I’d give Jesse a head start. Stretching out my foot as he ran past me, he tripped and went hurtling through the air, landing on the ground and rolling a few times before finally coming to a stop.

Only then did she realize how relaxing life could be when she stopped chasing love. The next day, Zoey was hit with shocking news. That Casey man had met with a car accident outside his supermarket. A car had rammed into him, sending him flying more than ten meters away, and he'd died on the spot. His wife had even dressed in all white, stood outside the Jenner construction company with his ashes, and wailed that Robert had ordered a hit on Casey.

Tik' sound with his mouth. Chase was lost.

Gemma said, “You know, it’d help if we recorded the buck-off times.” “Good idea. There’s a notebook in my bag.” Bull number five leapt out of the chute like a two thousand pound ballet dancer and Chase went flying like a trapeze artist from Cirque du Soleil. He rolled to his feet after he landed on his shoulder. Dust followed behind him, à la Pigpen from Peanuts as he moseyed to the fence. Ava snickered, until she zoomed in on Chase’s pained face. He was hurt. But that wouldn’t stop him.

--- Chapter Twenty-Two The press labeled it the New Dawn. They painted murals of my mother and whispered stories about how her daughter had undone decades of control in a single night. But reality wasn’t as poetic as they wanted it to be. Scarlett’s body had vanished. One moment she was sprawled on the gravel, her systems fried. The next—gone. No trace. No trail. Not even a heat signature. And Liam couldn’t stop pacing since. “Too easy,” he muttered, pacing the length of the safehouse living room. “It’s never this easy.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks, clouding my sight. I ran even faster, determined to flee from that loathsome pair who was chasing after me relentlessly. Behind me, Chloe screamed in frustration, "Kayden, catch her, don't let her run away..." From the Rosenburg family to the main road, there was only a short distance. But my vision was blurred with tears, and I failed to notice a Spyker car barreling toward me until it was too late. CRASH! The car slammed into my already-injured forehead, making me feel like my head was splitting in two.

By the time they got to the hospital, the whole car was overflowing with blood and Scarlett had lost consciousness again. Even without traffic and with how good of a driver Ryan was, they almost got into an accident multiple times as Liam kept slamming his hands against the back of Ryan's seat, urging him to drive faster.

I watched the limo leave at top speed as they walked away. "Mrs Sam.Mrs Sam!"I turned to see one of the children running at an alarmingly fast rate towards me. "What's wrong?"I asked as my heart skipped a beat. "Its Chase!"The boy panted getting to catch his breath. "What happened to him?"I asked already running in the direction he was pointing at as the boy trailed behind me. "He was caught in a hunters net and was shot with an arrow"She said. "What?!"I exclaimed. "Did you guys trail off the path that I left you?"I asked hastily as I hurried along him.

“This conversation is being recorded.” “I want my lawyer,” I replied flatly. “You can have one,” he said. “But we’ll ask a few basic questions first.” “I won’t answer anything.” He nodded, unbothered. “Noted.” He flipped open a file. “Where were you on Tuesday, at exactly 1:15pm?” My heartbeat skipped. “That’s oddly specific,” I said, arching a brow. “That’s the time Miss Kiara’s accident occurred.” I leaned back. “ Oh really, I was at home.”