(Natalie Jackson)
As I rushed out of the house and made my way towards the exit gate, I heard my name, "Wait, Natalie! Come over, let me escort you."
I looked back at the front of the house and saw Franklin walking over to his car, the black SUV.
"Come, let me give you a ride. Although I don't feel comfortable about this," Franklin said, and I sighed as I rushed back to his car to meet him.
"You shouldn't worry about it. My mother wouldn't take me anywhere evil," I assured him as I hurried to his car to join him inside.
Franklin had changed and was now wearing a white shirt and black pants, paired with black shoes.
He opened and shut the car door carefully after I had settled into the front passenger seat, then he entered the driver's seat and drove out of his residence.
"So where a
