The police werent getting out of the car. WHY WERENT THEY GETTING OUT OF THE CAR ?!?!
I tried to breathe carefully as my stalker watched the cop cars, trying to remain still in the drivers seat, as he glanced at the horrific pile up next to us. It looked pretty bad. suddenly i heard a ringing. MY stalker dug into his pocket. i could faintly hear a few words that the other voice said to my stalker
“its taken care of….sotp…..ill meet you at…..now drive!’
“Yes i know” my stalker said.
He put the car in reverse, manuvered himself around the pile up, then put the car in drive.
“take off your clothes” he said to me in a real voice.
This can’t actually be happening to me, I thought to myself…. it just can’t.