I ran! And ran. And for the heck of it, I ran some more. I followed the highway, which started out as five-eighty and changed to fifty after the intersection. I continued to run against traffic, heading westbound on the eastbound lane.
I wouldn't stop moving until I put miles between me and where those two brothers had been. They would never see me again, not if I had anything to do with it. And if I did see them, I might just finish the job they started with the car and kill them. I don't think I'm a violent person, but I refused to be a prisoner.
While I was running, I had to move to the side, away from the road. It was pertinent to not be seen by the cop cars, ambulances, and firetrucks that zoomed past on the eastbound lane. I knew they were heading to Derek and the accident he
