I look at my fingers and they are red, and I notice my leg tingling. My hands grip the steering wheel; so hard as I step on the gas, speeding as fast as I can trying to get away from the people behind me.
It cannot be. It cannot be that he is the one who is sending people to catch me and they even shot me. I choose not to believe that.
I swerve on the corner so fats the car almost flips over but I manage to keep the wheels on ground as I take a narrower road that I know will take me to another maze of rods to the city. I have been to New York for a long time so I know all the secrets routes to use the ones I normally take to avoid traffic.
Just then, a ringing shrilling sound goes off in the compartment and I don't even try to know what that is, my mind and body on flight mode.
