I was a pedophile and she was aHow can a son be a pedo? :neutral:
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A mountain road, a view to the ocean, me driving my dads Porsche. Next to me, a gorgeous girl I've found on the disco door this morning. I didn't even knew her name. But I didn't care. The turns followed one after the other. One hand on the wheel, the other was shifting both the gear stick and the girl's body. Me mind was divided by the road and the girl. The tires screaming at every turn. She was breathing heavily.
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As the tire exploded, my hand went back to the shift, I kicked down the clutch pedal in an attempt to shift down and hod the car steady. The engine reved high. I was turning the wheel frenetically, the windshield displayed a twisted view of the ocean and the mountain joined together my motion blur.
In the silence of the morning a loud sound of metal against wood was heard. The dust hidden the crashed car. I took my head of the airbag. I looked right at the girl, she didn't had seat belt. Her head was filled with blood everywhere. I tried to fell her pulse but I felt nothing.
I tried to open the Porsche's door but it was stuck, so I had to kick it. As I walk out I slipped. I realized that the car had been stopped from going down the ocean by a three.
I could believe I walked out of that just with some fingers hurting.
Shorter mate! ;DMy pocket knife had opened during the accident. I rushed to close the wound.
- I then looked down on my feet, and noticed that my right leg was bleeding heavily.