Emma’s POV…
Thursday and Friday passed the same as Wednesday, as far as the constant barrage of threatening texts to Andrew. Nearly every hour he was receiving texts. I now have a very small handgun that I know how to use in my car and mace in my bag or on my keys at all times. I will make sure Rob doesn’t have an upper hand on me. I’m so ready to go to Florida with Andrew. I need to get away from all the crazy.
Friday when I got off work, I headed to my apartment, with my normal tail of Andrew. He has followed me from work every single day. I smile every time I see him in my rear view mirror. I’m smirking to myself, when a truck pulls out in front of me. I have no time. I have to either slam into the truck or swerve into oncoming traffic. The final alternative is to hit the ditch. I
