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"Run Shawn! I'll be fine! Get help!" is the last thing I here before my dad passes out.
The pounding of my heart and heavy breathing are the only things that occupy my ears now.
Pain and determination surge through my body, one telling me to stop, the other pushing me forward.
I trip several times, running in zig-zags in case I'm being chased. Tree limbs scratch my face, but I barely notice. I've got to get help.
Where's the damn road? I think to myself, almost screaming it.
I find it, dashing straight onto the pavement before I realize it.
I stop a moment too soon. I'm lit up with headlights, paralized with fear and confusion.