Page 41 of Obsession

I shifted the car into drive, and slowly started the rest of my drive back home. I looked at the clock on my dash and it was barely an hour after I had left the bar. I must’ve knocked myself out when I swerved for that …whatever it was on the road.

I shook off the feeling of deja vu and my head still throbbed from the impact. I could see a small crack in the plastic trim that separated the door and windshield holding a few pieces of my hair and a splotch of blood, undoubtedly where I banged my head.

I could still hear the echoes of the men claiming“you’re mine.”

“Man, what a wicked dream.” I laughed off the strange feeling in the pit of my stomach as I continued the drive around the blind corner.

“I need to lay off the dark romance books for a while.”

I shook my head and chuckled at my own imagination running wild. Completely negating the fact that I had just been in a car accident.

When I opened my eyes and focussed on the road again, there was a big dark object in the middle of the road.

“No, not again! Move!” I yelled.

The pain reverberated in my already achy head as I slammed on the brakes and cranked the wheel to attempt to avoid the black mass in the lane.

My car slid to a stop just as a man wearing all black held his arm out in front of himself. Blurred by the rain, I could still tell it was a man.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

I rolled down the window with the channel locks that were clamped to the crank inside the door of my junky car.

“What are you doing in the road?” I questioned the stranger.

“Looking for you, Renalta.”

THE END

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