Split Second

By Jeanece Ferreri

Throughout their lives, Peter and Anthony have been best friends, just like brothers. On a spring day in early June, a tragedy strikes them, and a life is taken. Peter is gone in a split second. Anthony is lost and needs to make sense of his life and deal with this accident. He wants justice and closure on who took his best friend away from him. When Peter comes to Anthony in a dream, he has a revelation and makes a new friend in the process. Life must go on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514419861

Jeanece Ferreri

Spring of 1974, I came into this world, March 25 to be exact, born to Salvatore, although everyone called him Sonny, and Barbara Bonamassa and older brother, Michael. Later along came my younger siblings, Christopher, Nicole, and Brian. I spent the first eight years of my life living in Sheepshead Bay in Brooklyn, New York, where I attended Catholic school until my family moved to Long Island, New York. When I started fourth grade once I moved, the teacher had all the students start a writing folder. Many assignments were kept in that folder and would follow us all through our school years, and when we were seniors, we would get to keep everything that was in there, and I couldn’t wait to graduate and look back at all my writing. English was always my favorite subject in school. One day when I was a senior in high school, I waved to a guy who was trying to wave to a friend, but she wasn’t looking, so I waved instead, and I met Al Ferreri Jr. because of it. He was my first love, which ended up being the only one I needed. In August of 1996, we were married, and although we have had our ups and downs over the years, we are still happily married nineteen years later. We have one son, born in January 1997, who is the pride and joy of my life, Al Ferreri III. We call him AJ. He has always been the biggest supporter of my writing and also does some writing of his own. Other than writing, I love horses, movies, music, and spending quality time with my family and friends. My husband, son, and I now live in Durant, Oklahoma, and have for the last nine years.

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Rev. date: 10/22/2015

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

I dedicate my first book to the following:

To my parents, who encouraged my writing since I was young.

To my son, AJ, my pride and joy, who has always supported my writing.

To my husband, Al, my one and only love, for believing in me and always being there and supporting me in everything I have ever done.

And to the rest of my family and friends who have supported me, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

Love always,

Nece

CHAPTER 1

T HE SUN WAS shining, a cool breeze was in the air, and the flowers were blooming all over town. It was a pretty spring day in June for New York play-off ho ckey.

You of all people! Seriously! I never thought we would have to worry about this again. I can’t believe this.

Yeah, I know this sucks. Ever since I lost my driver’s license last month, I have to take a cab or a bus everywhere I go. Or even walk if I am going somewhere close, like now. You don’t need to rub it in my face. I feel bad enough, Peter Rocket said with a slight attitude. His blond hair shined in the sunlight.

Oh, please, I don’t even want to hear about that. At least you passed your driving test. I’ve tried three times, and I still don’t have my license. I can’t get that parallel parking thing down to save my life. So when you got yours, I just gave up. Now thanks to you and your heavy foot, I have to go take the test all over again, or we will be walking everywhere for the next year. I guess I better start practicing again. Anthony sighed.

I know. I’m sorry. It’s not like I’m happy about this either. I’ve just been so excited about getting my license. I’ve waited eighteen years to be able to drive, and now I get to wait another year before I get to do it again. Plus my car will now be collecting dust in the driveway. Well, at least this way we will get a lot of exercise out of it. Peter tried to joke, but he was really quite upset with himself about his present license situation. He had his license for less than four months and had gotten three speeding tickets already. When he went to court for the last ticket he received, the judge told him that driving is a privilege and he was taking that privilege away from him for the next year, and maybe by then he wouldn’t be so anxious to get everywhere.

Oh, shut up and let’s hurry up. The hockey game is going to start in less than an hour. I want to get the snacks and get back to your house before the opening face-off. I don’t want to miss any part of the game. The play-offs are always great entertainment no matter who is playing, but it does help when my favorite team is one of the teams playing. I love play-off hockey.

Calm down, the deli is right there across the street. Do you already know what you want to get? With those words, Peter stepped into the street. Within seconds, all that was heard was Anthony screaming for someone to call an ambulance. Anthony ran to where Peter was lying in the street, bleeding and completely unconscious, and tried to wake him up.

He called his name out over and over for what seemed like hours but in reality was only just a few minutes. The police and emergency rescue team arrived at the scene quickly. The police started making room for the stretcher to be brought through, but it was too late. One of the EMTs had already commented that he had no pulse and his heart was not beating. The look of his body, twisted on the road, as well as the bleeding from his head, the EMTs knew they would not be able to revive him even if they tried to do CPR. With police putting up barricades and caution tape to keep the crowd away from the scene, they had to wait for the coroner to show up before arranging him in a body bag, with his best friend watching and a look of astonishment on his face. Anthony could not believe what was going on. He was hoping it was all just a bad dream and someone would wake him up any minute. Peter would pull the blanket off his bed and wake Anthony up. However, in this case, that was just not going to