My hands were sweaty as I clasped the wheel firmly as to not let go and get crashed into the nearby car.
The roads were deserted and no sign of men.
It came as an electrical storm in my brain that, quite honestly, was painful. It was different from a headache and it felt the same as intense sorrow, perhaps as a sort of frozen panic with nowhere to go. So though I appeared calm, my almost concerned eyes were saying far more than "save her," they were saying that my soul was in such unbearable pain and all for the lack of her warmth near me.
The anxiety sat below my barely visible smile and my actions as I swiftly turned the car onto her street
Scott knew where she lived and as he was keeping an eye on her stepfather every six months. His moves were getting calculated every now and th
