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Chapter 1: My Savior... Again

Brian watching in amazement as the drug dealer was crushed between the Brian's totaled car and a black SUV. He now focused on a bigger problem. The intensifying pain growing over his body, and especially in his right side, where he could scarcely remember being shot in the gun fight against Letty's murderer. Brian's vision started clouding, when an unfamiliar face came into view. Panic washed through the broken body on the ground. Brian curled into himself and tried to back away.

" Brian, calm down. It's me, Dom. Can you hear me?" Dom asked, bending over his, though he would never admit to Brian's face, best friend. He shook him gently. Brian let out a little gasp of pain.

" Holy..." Dom exclaimed, seeing a nasty bullet wound on Brian's right side. He lifted Brian up, ignoring his obvious protest, and carried him to the van. Brian struggled the whole time.

" I know kid. It'll be okay." Dom lowered Brian into the SUV's backseat. He wrapped him in an old jacket lying on the carpeted floor. He looked so pale. Dom hurriedly fastened both seat belts across Brian, who was watching with a pained expression, but obviously trying to hide it. He would've laughed at him, but a shrill ringing pierced the tense air. Dom backed out of the van and shut the door, now peering on the horizon for the police to show up. He didn't think Brian could take a high speed chase, and , thankfully, no other cars could be seen for miles. His cell phone was still exerting the most annoying ringtone on Earth. It was Dom's little sister, Mia.

" Mia. What's wrong?" Dom asked automatically, hearing his sisters soft crying.

" God, I thought you were dead. Where are you?" She asked frantically. Dom threw open the driver side door and swung himself in. He jammed the key into the ignition and floored it.

" I had to save Brian's neck. Again." Dom said pointedly to the backseat, even though Brian was drifting in and out of consciousness, and didn't catch the heavy sarcasm in his friend's voice.

" Is he okay? Oh my god, Brian you idiot!" Mia screamed into the phone, as if she were in the car scolding Brian, instead of talking with her older brother. Dom laughed a little.

" Oh, he is going to hate me for this..." Dom reached back and set the cell phone to where it was pressed against Brian's ear. Dom tilted the rear-view mirror down to where he could see Brian.

" Mia?" Brian asked to the unrecognizable voice screaming at him. The voice was suddenly cut off, and then burst out crying.

" Brian, are you okay?" She finally asked, still sniffling. Brian tried to process what to even say next when the cool phone was pulled from beneath his head after a few minutes that felt like seconds drew by.

" Mia, your going to have to keep him up. I don't care what you say, scream, or threaten to cut off, just keep him up." Dom said, hoping Mia would pull through for him. He carefully slid the phone back under Brian's cheek. As he did, the car jolted to the right. Brian clenched his jaw, trying to hold back a scream.

" I'm trying Brian. Sorry." He explained while pulling the car back into perfect alignment with the worn desert path. Mia started instantly asking stupid questions and saying random things, until Brian felt himself slipping. He tried to warn Mia or Dom, but the darkness came too fast.