He was positive now. The old rusty pickup truck 20 feet behind him, was following him. Shane was panicking now. He was only a few miles from his girlfriends house. Almost there…
Through every shortcut, every bend, the jackass wouldn’t go away. Shane couldn’t resist it. He had to see who the hell was following him. He had to know. He might put the joker down. Shane had a record; and it was damn ugly.Shane peeked through his window into the mirror.
No one was in the car.
Shane swerved to the left barely missing a deer. “Goddamn it,” he muttered under his cold breath. Ever since this Car started following him, it had gotten so cold. Never mind, he pulled into his gal’s driveway, fast. Turning the car off, he slammed the door closed. As he sprinted to the door he could hear the other car pulling in. “Shane, your here-” Beth called.
“Beth, hide now!” he pulled to the side, then quickly found the shotgun in the laundry room. He ran outside to blow the bitch’s head off.
The car was gone.*