I Can't Help Remembering You

 I Can't Help Remembering You

   Three strangers were on this journey with Jimmy. A photographer with a temper, a foreign mechanic, and a stuntman. He'd only met them a few months back. He thought he'd built a comradeship with them, yet here he was on a journey to his death.

    He always knew there was a reason he never trusted strangers.

    Except Dean. He should've listened to Dean.

    Why didn't he make the right decisions? Why did he want to go to this race so badly? He should've never taken the risk. Even when the cop stopped to give him a speeding ticket, he wasn't convinced that the three guys with Jimmy were out to kill him.

    "I'm serious, officer!" Jimmy cried. "They were hired by the mafia!"

    That sounded stupid, Jimmy knew. Rolf comforted the officer. "I apologize for my friend-" he reassured with a fake American accent. "He's a little drunk. I'll take over driving for him."

    "Make sure that you do."

    "No, officer!"

    But the cop ignored him and left him with the three strange men. This is really the end, Jimmy thought. He put his shades back on to hide his tears. Tears of failure. He failed to save his own life by his own stupid decisions.

    "Let's not make this hard for the both of us," Rolf said, calmly. "Just let me have the wheel, and if you don't fight, it'll be fast and you won't even feel a thing."

    Life lesson: Don't prostitute yourself for worthless gains.