Ch 18
Matilda Vaughn POV
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All this time, I debated clutching the door handle in my fist
Constantly thinking I could just jump off the car and run.
Run far away or at least to feel the freedom, even if it's just for a matter of seconds.
But I couldn't even find a light across the road.
It was pitch dark
The car headlights didn't show what the surrounding was
And he drove the car like he never wanted to end.
Like he was driving it to take us to hell.
So, I look down at my fist, as I free my nails
And its blood.
Well almost..
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When he pulled over, my body was thrown up in front and I gasped out
His eyes stared at me before he held the flashlight to me and as he lifted it up, keeping it next to his face
Like he was making sure I didn't crack the head open by
