KEIRA’s POV
I rose up from the floor and bolted back into my car. I fumbled around for my phone and quickly grabbed it. With shaky fingers, I dialled Clint's phone number and impatiently waited for it to ring as I placed it on my ear.
"Pick up, please," I muttered as I bit into my fingernails.
I heard a click, and my heart skipped a bit.
"Keira? It is rare for you to call me by this time. What's up? Is everything o-"
"Clint!" I yelled without giving him space to talk. "I-I do not know what to do. I need help. He knows where I am," I blurted out in a frantic state.
I gripped my head as my breathing grew heavier.
"Keira? Is everything okay? Can you calm down and tell me what happened?" Clint sounded very worried, but my mind was a whirlpool of anxiety and fear.
"I..." I trailed off.
