Anika's pov
I tried to tackle my way away from there. My heart drummed but I was determined. It was a good thing I decided to follow him. I turned my head towards him, and I noticed his face was squeezed. Creased lines appeared on his forehead, and he held his arm. He wasn't himself, I could tell. I wished I could help him, but I had to focus first.
The man was still behind us.
"Drive, don't stop..." He urged, and I frowned. I was still worried about the man who was chasing behind us with the vehicle. At the same time, I couldn't get over the face that he was bleeding.
I was scared. More than scared. I wished I would actually lose him. Finally, I noticed there was a change. The car of the man finally took another route, it seemed like he abandoned the project he was set to do.
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