Memory Lane Up In The Headlights Novels & Stories

I sat myself in the passenger seat and buckled up. “I wish. However, I would never really know. They died in a mission in Shanghai ten years ago.” Crap. I wanted to cry. Why did I even bring this up? “The company decommissioned this car when they passed, like they always do when an agent dies. But last night I was finally able to get my hands on it.” Stop talking god damn it. You’re just hurting yourself, Jaime. I felt tears flow from my eyes. Lucas’ sunny expression returned to the miserable state I’ve been used to seeing the past months. “I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.”

“I d-don’t understand. If I asked, why would you let me? And why the hell can I not remember?” “It’s too early for this back and forth.” Rage courses through me. Her blatant dismissal, this situation on its own…every fucking thing causes a burn in my chest. Fury. My jaw ticks. And just like that, a memory flashes into my mind. It’s Lysandra handing a glass of water, from which I take multiple gulps. And then…nothing. Everything in me goes numb, and my legs nearly give out as realization dawns on me. “You…you drugged me.” I turn to the nightstand, and there it is.

Sensing Malcolm's burning gaze, Marilyn felt somewhat uncomfortable, so she looked out of the window. Under the setting sun, the traffic was like a tide. It was rush hour, and the traffic was in a jam. To Marilyn, she suddenly felt that it might be much more comfortable walking than sitting in the same car with Malcolm. Suddenly, a beep sounded. Marilyn got a Line message and looked down at her phone. Malcolm also slightly recovered from his thought, but his gaze was still on her side face. The way she looked down at the phone had simply overlapped with Carolyn's childhood appearance.

The thought of Karl and the party seem like distant memories, fading into the cold abyss. And then I see it. Bright headlights—no, high beams—flashing through the darkness, illuminating the entire road. And a big, bright red pickup truck, headed straight for me.

I had no place in mind ,all that kept flashing in my mind was keep driving keep driving. I drove through the same road as now and it was raining heavily. The storms were so much but my anger made me unable to take the rightful precautions. I could remember checking my speedometer and noticing that it was already over 250. Soon I heard the horn of a trailer coming close, although it was dark because it was already late in the night, I could see the lights of the trailer and when I tried applying my brakes that was when I found out how lose they were.

Dawn exclaimed, with her hands flying out of the window. Jodie stretched out her hands to turn the radio on all the way from the backseat, it was "I love you baby" by Frank Cinatra. This felt good. I unconsciously began to hum to the rhythm and before you know it, we were all singing out loud. Our voices filling the cool night air. It was just like a scene from one of those old movies, until Jodie tapped me. "Kleo," My eyes followed her arm to see what she was pointing at. A freaking truck was headed our way.

Lucas Cruise had amnesia when he suffered from a car accident fourteen years ago. He did not die in contrast to everyone's knowledge. He and his daughter survived, except his wife. After the day he bumped with Mandy at the park and saw the photo of Janeth Collins in her purse, he constantly experienced a mild to severe headache. He also used to see flashbacks in his mind and dream about Janeth. At first, he was confused as there's only one scene in his mind that he kept seeing. It was Janeth Collins and a girl in the park that he used to dream about in the past.

“I'll put Lyle to bed when it's time.” “Thank you,” I told her. I stood up and kissed her cheek. Helen stared after me as I left the kitchen. Lyle paid us no attention. He was still on the living room floor, playing with his trucks. The hot water spilled down my back. It felt good, but it didn’t relax me. The memory of the accident crept into my mind without my permission. The memory was so vivid that I crumbled to the floor of the shower. *** We were on our way to a party in an old Dodge Charger, that was Rivers.

I remembered the street. Good and clean and dark. Walking toward the corner to find a car. I remembered him in his doorway. His hand raised. The word tomorrow sitting easy in my mouth like a thing I would simply get to have. I remembered stepping off the kerb. And then— headlights. Too fast. Too close. Coming from the wrong place. Not slowing. A sound I would carry in my body for the rest of my life whether or not my mind ever let me hear it again cleanly.