*Adrena's point of view*
I suddenly felt like I lost all the air I had left in my lungs. I so naively trusted Lorenzo enough to step inside the same car as him and let him ''rescue me''. As the words came out of his mouth, saying I won't be going home, I immediately knew, that my nightmare wasn't over. Perhaps, it hadn't even started yet.
''What do you mean 'I'm not going home?' You're kidding, right?'' I asked, while looking at him intensely, so I wouldn't miss a single detail. He looked straight forward, while blood was pebbling out of his fresh wound. I could tell that he was in pain. Only two minutes ago, I panicked because I was afraid he'd die, but now my own safety suddenly felt more at risk.
''Don't you think the men who just shot me, would go to your apartment first?'' he grunted, as his grip tightened around the wheel.
