Heather: Drive!
Blake: It’s against the law.
Heather: I am seconds from being killed and all you can think about is the law!
Blake sped up a bit and Ben followed closely behind, bumping against the bumper every few seconds. A text.
I’ll give up if I were you.
Heather shivered.
Heather: Pull over at the gas station.
Blake: What? Why? Are you crazy?
Heather: PULL OVER !
Her face was beet red and she was holding Walsh’s arm.
Heather: HE’LL ALWAYS CATCH ME AND HE ’LL ALWAYS WIN ! SO PULL THE CAR OVER ! NOW!
Blake did what she said as Walsh stared on, a strange look on his face.
Walsh: Miss Rye, if you could just calm down and stay calm. We can make it somewhere.
Heather broke down into sobs. Her words barely came out.
Heather: I’m not spending my high school years being chased. I’ve been through enough. I’m done.
Heather pushed Blake away from the wheel and drove full speed to the big blue bridge, but she wasn’t going the right way anymore. She was close to the edge, the water.
Blake: Heather! Stop!