Belinda's P. O. V
"Dave stop this! You're going to get us into a fatal accident! Dave!" I demanded, he lent me no ears. It was like I was only talking to myself.
"DAVE! DAVE! STOP THE DAMN CAR!" I yelled, the speed at which he was driving was unbearable.
I was scared, scared that we could possibly crush and leave my twins behind at a very tender age. Maybe I should have listened to everyone that warned me against Dave. Once again I fell into his trap.
He pulled over suddenly and I hit my head so hard on the side mirror.
"Belinda are you okay?" Dave asked, quickly pulled off his seat belt. Checked out my face to probably confirm if I wasn't hurt.
"Don't touch me murderer!" I demanded.
"I'm a murderer... don't say that. I'm sorry I got carried away by my envy and anger." He tried to explain.
