Still Hillary’s POV
They had nearly caught me before I got to the estate. They came so close to my car, scaring the s**t out of me when they rolled down the glass window of their car, pointing a gun at me. I ducked on time before they pulled the trigger, but I could still hear the sound of the bullet swooshing past me, going out the other window. I stepped on the gas pedal once more, going at a ridiculously dangerous speed limit, trying so hard to get out of their gunfire. I was so glad when I saw the gate a few feet away. They couldn’t enter this estate, I watched them park a few miles from the gate, watching me as I drove through the gate. I slowed down my car, waiting to see if they would follow me in, but they didn’t. I tried alerting the secu
