It was late, I wanted to get home fast and the road was empty so I saw nothing wrong with speeding a little bit. I sped past three red lights, I was going so fast I didn't notice the person on the bicycle crossing the road. I didn't notice him until I saw him flip across the hood of my car. I'm not sure what I was thinking but instead of checking on him I accelerated home. God what was thinking?! But at the time it seemed smarter to drive away. When I arrived home I immediately poured a glass of the strongest whiskey I owned, then another, then another. "What have I done?!" I thought "my life, my family, my job, my future! All down the drain!" Suddenly a knock at the door startled me. I hesitated but finally opened it to see the familiar blue uniform of a police officer. He looked up at me "mr. Lewis?" I swallowed hard "y-yes?" "Your son was killed in a hit and run accident while on his bike.... I'm sorry for your loss".
