Abby’s Point of View
Jerome is following us. I can hear his voice on my head. His devious laugh that haunt me during the first night that Ace and I were captured. Halos basag na ang salamin sa likuran ng sasakyan na ginagamit namin.
“Can you drive?” I asked Ayano. He looked shocked to what’s happening.
“Teka, paano tayo magpapalit?” I moved the seat so there is a space between me and the steering wheel.
“Now, move. Bilis.” Mabilis na lumipat si Ayano sa driver’s seat habang gumagapang ako papunta sa upuan sa likod. Sagabal ang dress na ito so I cut it mid-thigh. I fired to Jerome and he wiggled a little and followed us again.
“s**t. Kailangan ko ng malaking baril. Saan mo nilagay ang ibang baril ko?” tanong ko kay Ayano.
“Nasa trunk.”
“Amputa, sinong gagamit no’n sa trunk?” Naturing
