"I'm coming- just give me two seconds!"

The morning glow of the sun warmed up my cheeks as my fat excuse of a cousin barely made it up the front three steps. So as mine, his clothes were drenched and played the role of an eight tonne boulder better than actual coverage. I squirted some of the vile river water that still remained in my system as the door knob twisted to reveal a beautiful young woman in her early forties; but looked like an exact replica of me. It was still a debate between unfair share of anti-aging genes or excellent plastic surgery. She wore her 'Sweet...Wanna taste' apron that I had tried to burn on the day of my arrival; and smelt of something on the lines of bacon and sunny-side up eggs. My only fear now was whether me eating was an actual reality.

Here goes nothing... and my breakfast.

"Aunt Lysie ," I started before she took in our appearance and a look of absolute horror solidified on her flawless features . "We're home."

"Oh my goodness," she cried before dropping  her giant steel spatula onto Fatso's shoe-less foot. Talk about perfect aiming. He cried in pain, whilst I felt the first ting of happiness that I was devoid of since having come from spending one of my gruesome nights every known to man.

"What happened to you two? Were you mobbed? God- let me call the police right now?"

I whipped the Samsung out of her flimsy hands as Mr Obese cowered on the wooden porch.  For once, I didn't blame him. I was just too stunned to make any sort of movement. She instantly forgot about her original plan - that I was too grateful for-and ran to her contrast-in-appeal of a son. "Sweetie, are you ok? Oh honey...Kye Roseanne Jennings -WHATS THE MEANING OF THIS?"

I opened my mouth to explain but just like her son, hers needed a muzzle. "What's going on," she continued not sparing anyone but herself the chance to speak," you had said you had gone out for your last tour of the town?"

"Well", I said matter-of-factly," we did."

"And you were mugged?!"

"No."

"Oh my goodness...were you involved in an accident?"

"Ummm...sort of."

"Sort of? My baby is wet," she snapped as she cuddled the demon in disguise. It was his fault this happened. Why couldn't he have super powers and blast his way out of the boot and be - I don't know - useful!

Still, nobody deserved what we went through four hours ago.

"I'm sorry."

"So what happened," she begged as the smell of burnt bran muffins filled my nostrils. "I demand a valid explanation for such a turnout!"

"Well..."

"Well what? I'm calling your father."

"No, there's no need for that," I beckoned as I blocked the entrance to the landline pinned next to the family portrait we took last summer. That was the best summer ever, Marco Polo ended up being a drowning session for certain round person. My aunt meant the world to me. Manhattan...Jay....even BlubberSpit.

But I now understand why Jay was so determined to keep off her charts. If only I noticed the warning sooner.

But it happened. She happened. And It was too late.

"How can I put this," I sighed before licking my dry lips and partially wanting to barf some more sluggish liquid out," I let Aqueela drive."

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Five Hours earlier...

"No!"

"What do you mean by no," I questioned Grey as we stood amidst in some random and dodgy looking alley. Normally, I should have been feeling at unease but after spending two years locked up in some crummy, ten degree basement; it would only be natural for this place to seem like absolute paradise. Jay... If Jay had never existed I guess that would still be my reality. He meant a lot to me.

"Like I said- no as in 'never going to happen' no!"

"I just wanted to do one race before my flight tomorrow."

"And remember what happened when I let you the last time," his eyes where bloodshot and guessing from his cold character, he was probably suffering from a migraine of some sort. He got a lot of those when Jay wasn't making sense.

Damn, now I think about it. Those were a lot of migraines.

"But it's just one ride-"

"You know what! I'm not taking this crap," he mumbled before making his way back inside.

"Grey! Grey!" I ran after him but was instantly shunned when he slammed the wooden door on me. This didn't stop me; but what he said afterwards did. Continuously, I viciously banged my fists on the wooden frame calling for him to listen to me and let me in.

"Grey", I attempted for the last time, without the knowledge that split seconds later I would be abruptly interrupted," Is it the police? Are you scared I could be kidnapped again? Is that it? Grey, answer me dam-"

"You should have never come back here," he stated in a detached tone," You should have never been one of us."

I stopped. And for a second, I stood there staring at the ground before seconds later, I found myself running to the car. The only sound, from after his cruel words to entering the vehicle, was the brutal thud of the door that triggered fresh tears to stain my cheeks and quivering lips.

Forcefully, I sucked a massive breath in and pushed the random grey beanie, blocking the gears control, onto the passenger's seat and descended down the road dip till my eyes met the dark woodlands. There I picked up speed as I entered the luckily empty highway. The nearing Traffic lights before the turn, flashed red, but I just ignored it.

I couldn't help but let Grey's poisonous words soak in whilst the bitter taste of reality filled my mouth. It wasn't the first time that I had heard this. Jay said the exact phrase when I decided to give him the 'friendly' surprise visit.

Why did it take me so long to pick it up? Why didn't I realize this sooner?

I was never needed. This wasn't my story.

Sadly, I was too absorbed in my own thoughts to pay attention to the pair of hands that yanked the driver's wheel and spun us off the main road into the woods. "Aqueeela!"

"Not until you say bubblegum is the best," she defended huffing profusely and scrapping my fingers like some wild cat.

"So killing us would be the other option!" I was in disbelief.

"Well," she said flipping her body onto mine," at least, I died for a good cause."

I was absolutely gobsmacked. Was she serious or did that bubblegum crap has serious side effects. I tugged at her hair as we just managed to dodge a tree and pulled on it like it depended on my life. Which, in all honesty, really did at the time.

"Are you nuts?! We are going to di-"

That was the finalizing moment when I concluded Aqueela needs Jesus, a mental asylum and the S.W.A.T. team.

Why, you ask?

Well, I never thought I would be the one of the three survivors who can genuinely say that I endured the glorious moment of driving my custom-made Lamborghini off the cliff and into a lake at a staggering 180km/h.

Expensive? Yes.

Stylish? Maybe.

And ludicrous? Umm... what other word is there besides the Queen of Insanity herself.

But to sum it up, I thank Aqueela Lawson with all my heart because that plane trip suddenly looks like a golden ticket to Disneyland. My last piece of advice?

Well that's simple. Good luck, Jay.

________THE END_________

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