Sierra's POV
“s**t!” I cussed, slamming the brakes as quickly as I could. The car came to a screeching halt, barely avoiding the person before my car.
Whoever it was didn't care. The car was so close to the person's knees, yet there was no sign of moving away. “What happened?” Arthur sounded panicked over the phone.
I had almost forgotten about him. “I- I don't know. I almost hit someone,” I said, moving my eyes from my phone to the person who had on a hoodie.
I could barely see who was behind that hoodie. “Stay in the car. I'm coming to get you,” Arthur said.
Before I could stop him, he ended the call. The person moved, matching towards the door with folded fists. In seconds, the door flew open, and he dragged me out.
“Richard?” I muttered as he dropped his hoodie, his eyes red wit
