Lyra
I huffed; my chest was still rising and falling after I ran instead of walking since Kyle was too persistent and continued following me—trying to make me stop and go back to the car—as if! There’s no way that I’d go back there after I escape; I’m not that foolish to believe him again.
I looked from behind and saw that there were no signs of Kyle’s car, which was following me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he got tired of playing tug-of-war with me, and it was a good thing that he didn’t get out of his car and forcibly take me the way he did earlier at the hospital, which is why I never got a chance to run away from him that time, since it all happened so fast.
Because he’s not following me anyway, I stopped running and just walked my way back to the Cresce
