- Heather's POV
We jerk to a stop and my pulse quickens. I stare at the door ready to fight him off. The door swings open and I automatically kick hard. He doubles over holding his gut. I take the opportunity to sprint out of the van. I hear his sinister chuckle from behind me. I continue running but hear his quicken steps behind me. I continue running but in vein. He catches up to me wrapping his arms around my waist. He tackles me to the ground making me land with a loud thud.
"Now babe, I really don't want to hurt you. Stop this now." He grits out still trying to keep me from moving.
"Michael, LET ME GO! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!!" I scream out. Next thing I know I feel a sharp prick to my neck. I gasp and feel my eyes getting heavy.
"Nighty night fiance. Love you!" He whispers tauntin
