It was early fall, and my favorite time of year with the crisp scent of fallen leaves and brightly colored trees surrounding the country side as I drove through the hills of southern Ohio. I was on my way to visit an old family friend in my new mustang. I had been talking to Billy on the phone for about a month planning the trip with great hopes of finally turning our friendly relationship into a more intimate one. " Bringing on the Heartache" by Def leppard came on the radio. It brought back warm memories of nights Billy and I would spend dancing in the garage we in the neighborhood called the "Brew Crew" clubhouse. Billy would stand tall with his wavy brown hair caressing his broad shoulders and a smile that would melt any young girls heart. I would follow him anywhere then and still would or I wouldn't have been making this five hour trip to see him. I looked into the rear-veiw mirror, I saw my once long blonde hair was now shorter and tiny lines were starting to show around my deep brown eyes. I crinkled my nose in disquist and remembered how Billy would always say how much he loved to see me crinkle my nose when I laughed. I don't remember why Billy and I had never committed to one another. Summers were long and many boys came and had gone. I had once been such a rebel that I had totally forgotten who I had once been. Hopefully, if nothing else, this trip would bring me back to my old self, the person I had been before three divorces and two children. Suddenly a large brown animal jumped infront of my car. I swivered to miss it as I hit a large embankment. The crash caused me to bang my head on the steering wheel and blood started to drip down from the cut it had caused. I wiped my head and jumped out of the car. I walked around to the front of the car. My beautiful red mustang was now a bent heap of metal with steam rising from the hood. I turned to see the animal which I found to be a doe as the buck chasing her came across the road. The buck turned to look at me as he jumped the hill across the road as if to say,"Better watch where your going next time". Blood was streaming down my face. I got into my bag that I had in the back seat to grab an old shirt to place on my head. I then retreived my cell phone from my purse. I tried to dial Billy. I was out of range. I tried to dial 911. I was still out of range. Man, I thought , I must really be out in the sticks to not be able to reach a cop. I sat back down in the car to wait for someone to come by. I must have fallen asleep for the next thing that I remembered was it was dark and I could hear crickets singing in the wood. I looked at my watch, it had been broken in the crash. Soon, sounds from the woods started to get louder and more strang as I sat in my car. I decided that the chances that someone would drive by were quite slim so that I began to walk along the gravel road in hopes of finding some form of human habitat. As I walked , I thought back to the time that Billy and I had went to visit my aunt in the country. There was a small woooded area behind her house and we found a special place beside a small stream where we would go and hold on to each other as we planned our futures together. We had been so inlove. That was until the next summer, I had to move away. My father had been transfered to another company. At first, I would visit Billy every weekend. I would ride a greyhound bus to Columbus and he would be there to pick me up at the station with a dozen of roses every time. And then when I would leave, he would carry his jam box and play bringing on the heartache as I would get back on the bus to go home. Soon , the visits became fewer and so did the phone calls. The next summer I had went to Columbus to spend the summer break with him and found that he had met someone else. As I think of her name it still brings goosebumps on my flesh. Urcela, that was her name I never forgot it even after all this time. Finally, I saw a light shinning from across a small field. With such relief of finding some form of life, I started to run toward the light. Weeds whipped at my bare legs and mosiquitos feasted upon all of my body. As I got closer I could see the light came from a bare bulb hanging on an old weather beaten wood porch. There was a dim light shinning behind torn lace curtains hanging in the window. I prayed that this would be a sign that someone was there , and hopefully with a telephone. I crept onto the porch and a large dog dashed from behind the house barking furiously. I turned to see him approaching me quickly with his large teeth exposed . I grabbed the doornob and gave it a turn. It was locked. The dog was now on the porch with me . I screamed. Just as the dog started to leap for me I heard a loud gun shot. "Down boy" said a man coming from the woods beside the house. The dog whimpered and laid down on the porch. The man was tall with worn blue jeans and a torn flannel shirt. I could not see his face for the brown hat he wore on his head cast a shadow hiding his whole face down to his neck.
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