Part 53

Andrew flew down the road in his car, speeding thru stop signs and stop lights, hoping that a police cruiser was nowhere in sight because he would not stop, would not slow down for anyone. He had to get home. He had to see her. He refused to believe his cousin, who used to be his best friend would do something so horrible. He would not believe it until he saw it with his own two eyes. He almost ran into an on coming car but they swirved in time. Andrew didnt even flinch. He dared anyone, anything to try to stop him. Because if what he feared had occured, he welcomed death. No world could be so cruel as to take from him the only thing he lived for...twice. And if indeed it were true. If what Ryan said was possible, he didn't want to live in a world where this was allowed to happened. He couldn't, no..he wouldn't go on without her. Altho it only took him 15 minutes to get home at the speed he was going, he felt like an eternity had passed. When he made the turn on his street and saw what was left of his apartment, his heart stopped. Fire trucks were pulling away as he stepped out of his car. He walked slowly to the charred building. He fell to his knees in front of the left over walls covered with ashes and soot. Tears fell from his eyes as he inhaled the smoke that billowed in the air. He absent-mindedly ran his fingers thru the ash on the ground. He lifted his hands to wipe the tears away, leaving a smired black trail along the side of his face. His legs shook and his knees buckled as he struggled to stand. He forced himself to leave. To move his lifeless body in the opposite direction. There was nothing left here for him. Nowhere to live, noone to love, noone to love him, no reason to go on. But first. He had some unfinished buisness to take care of.