Patrick broke away suddenly.
Me: What’s wrong?
Patrick: John is behind us.
Me: Oh no! Go!
Patrick tried to start the truck but it wasn’t budging. So close to freedom and now darkness was reaching out to me.
Me: It has to start! He can’t catch me! I hate him! I hate me! He only wants me now to torture me! Go! Go! GO!
My voice was shrill and angry and tears were running down my face. Patrick grabbed my hand as he tried and tried to start the truck. It was dead or didn’t like him. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.
Me: He can’t catch me! He knows I hate him! He wants to torture me! And he can! He can do whatever he wants if he catches me!
Patrick: I’m sorry Katie. I’m so sorry.
And then John’s face was visible in the window next to me. It was already rolled down so he could have jumpd in if he was crazy. Now what? He’ll decide of course.