Page 91 of Chad's Chase
The car suddenly swerved out of traffic and onto the roadside. He jammed the gear in park then turned to face me. “Are you thinking of leaving me?”
My head shook from left to right. “I’m notthinkingabout it. I want you to let me g—”
“No.”
“I don’t trust you, Chad. And I don’t feel safe with you anymore. Let me go.”
“No.”
“Why the fuck not?!” The determined look in his eyes had me panicking inside. “If you really love me, let me go.”
“I can’t.” He tried to take my hand but I jerked it away. “I just got you back. I’m not letting you go, Jhay.”
“Oh yeah? Well I’m going.” I spun and tried to open the door, but he lunged across the console and held onto me.
“You’re not leaving me.” He was so cool and sure about this, which scared me even more.
I struggled, trying to elbow him. “Get the fuck off me!”
Face all up in mine, he kept me locked tight, trying to make our lips meet. As much as I wanted to give in and kiss him, I kept evading, shifting my head from side to side. “No!…No!”
But he was stronger, and in the same time his lips finally crashed with mine, there was a loud explosion, and the rear-view mirror on my side of the car busted into splinters. From a bullet.
Someone was trying to kill me.
“Fuck!”
