Hazel Wright and Jeremy Jones
The Power of Love Book 1
The power of love is stronger than all the negativity of a black hole
By Joseph P Hradisky Jr
This book is dedicated to my wonderful wife, Terri, and for all those who believe true love is not only possible but will always happen
The characters in this book are fictitious, they do not represent any person living or dead.
The name of the places are real.
This is the property of Joseph P Hradisky Jr, all rights reserved.
It was as though he was in a nightmare. He could see what was happening. He knew he had to do something. Yet, as hard as he tried, everything seemed to go in slow motion. There was no sound. He knew there should have been. Jeremy Jones wanted to scream his frustration. He didn’t. He knew this would be a waste of time, and breath, which was needed for other things more important. Like getting to the car. Something pushed him in this direction. A gut feeling. He never ignored his gut.
Slowly the accident unfolded. It started with a slow driver in the north bound lane. A man, in a Chevy truck, impatient for going 40 miles per hour when the speed limit was 55 mph. The truck driver made an attempt to pass not realizing, or caring, the on coming traffic was way too close. Jeremy was three cars back, but he had been passed by the truck already. The man was an idiot. He could see the oncoming car was too close. By the way the south bound car was moving he knew the driver was not worried about anything. The long line, of cars, made it clear to most people no one would be passing. The driver in that car had no clue as to how wrong they were.
What bothered Jeremy, the most, was why he felt so compelled to get to the car. It wasn’t as if he knew who the driver was. He was still too far away to see the car, much less the driver, clear enough to know that. But his whole body screamed urgency to get there.
The two vehicles slowly raced toward each other. The truck was halfway to the car when both drivers realized what was happening. It was definitely way too late. The closer they inched toward each other the more they were inching away from each other.
Not enough.
Then they hit, and everything screamed into full motion. The crash roared toward Jeremy like a tidal wave. He could see parts, of both vehicles, flying all over the place. Screeching tires, from both sides of the road, cried out as cars tried to stop to avoid getting involved. The only car which kept going was Jeremy’s. He moved out of the line to get as close as he could. He had to stop about 20 feet away. Too far, he thought, way too far. He threw the car in park before racing out of the it.
As he came out Jeremy could see the truck was upside down in the entrance to the 1883 barn. The driver was hanging there but he had no reason to help that man. He also could see several people heading to the truck.
Jeremy ignored the driver. For two reasons now. First he had to get to the car. Second, he knew if he went to the truck he would probably kill the driver for his stupidity.