"Myself."
Behind her son 's head, the headlights flared. The guy was right on her tail.
Back off, buddy. You're not going to make me go faster.
From the high position of the lights, she guessed he was driving a truck. Should she pull over and let him pass? She couldn't see much ahead. No signs to indicate an off -ramp.
She r acked her brain. What was the last sign we passed?
God, she hated driving at night.
She opted to pull over at the first exit. It was pitch black outside. The highway lights did little to illuminate a road or wide shoulder where it would be safe to pull over. From what she could recall last time they travelled the highway, the next main exit was a ways down the road. They were in the middle of nowhere.
She drove another five minutes. The truck stayed on her bumper. It was unnerving to have someone so close behind her. What if she had to slam on the brakes?
And why is this driver so persistent?
The thought niggled at her. Being followed like this made her think of those horror movies in which the unsuspecting friends are harassed by a trucker, then tortured and killed.
D on't pull over until he's gone.
Rebecca slowed the car to under the speed limit. Hopefully the guy in the truck would give up on following her. It wasn't as if her little Hyundai was sheltering him from the onslaught of rain.
Go past me, asshole.
Yes, Mr. Truck Driver had now graduated from buddy to asshole .
" Are we there yet, Mom?"
" Not quite, Colton."
" I wish it wasn't raining."
" Me too, honey." More than you know.
Up ahead a highway light illuminated a gravel road. It probably led to private property, but that didn't matter. It was a perfect place to pull over, providing there wasn't a chain across the road.
She blew out a pent-up breath. Yes! Finally!
She signa led right and reduced her speed. The truck slowed with her, and her heart skipped a beat. "Go around us."
She pulled onto the gravel road, the tires kicking up water. The truck pulled in right behind her. She slapped the steering wheel and muffled a curse. Of all the roads to choose, she'd picked the one belonging to the owner of the truck. Really?
She attempted to pull over on the dirt road, but it was barely wide enough for one vehicle. She had no choice but to keep moving. Somewhere ahead there must be a place where she could turn around. She hoped the truck driver wouldn't be too annoyed that she'd turned off on his land. Some people were very protective of their property.
The re was a dull thud and the car lurched.
What 's this guy doing?
" Mom?" Colton cried out. "What was that?"
" It's okay, honey. The road's a bit rough."
I t wasn't the road that had made the sedan lurch. The bastard truck driver had hit the back bumper of her car.
Rebecca 's pulse raced with fear. She thought about all the horror movies she'd watched growing up. The ones with the psychopathic truckers who hunted down innocent victims with their big rigs.
Jesus!
Checking the mirror, she watched in horror as the headlights from the truck behind her grew larger. He was taking another run at her. She pressed her foot to the gas pedal, weaving along the unpaved road until they were enclosed by bushes and trees. She had the high beams on her car to guide her along the rough road, but the rain made visibility almost nil.
She was lost. There were no signs. No houses. No streetlights.
" Mommy, why are you driving so fast?" Ella asked.
" I want to get to the hotel," she said in a faux cheerful voice.
God, how she wanted to get to a hotel. Or a gas station. Anywhere there were people. And a phone.
She thought about her cell phone. It was in her purse, which had landed on the floor of the passenger's seat when she'd veered around the last wild corner.
" Mom, there's someone behind us," Colton said in a nervous voice.
" I know."
" How come he's so close?"
" He wants to pass us, but there's no room."
The truck loomed closer. With the trees and brush around them keeping away
Behind her son 's head, the headlights flared. The guy was right on her tail.
Back off, buddy. You're not going to make me go faster.
From the high position of the lights, she guessed he was driving a truck. Should she pull over and let him pass? She couldn't see much ahead. No signs to indicate an off -ramp.
She r acked her brain. What was the last sign we passed?
God, she hated driving at night.
She opted to pull over at the first exit. It was pitch black outside. The highway lights did little to illuminate a road or wide shoulder where it would be safe to pull over. From what she could recall last time they travelled the highway, the next main exit was a ways down the road. They were in the middle of nowhere.
She drove another five minutes. The truck stayed on her bumper. It was unnerving to have someone so close behind her. What if she had to slam on the brakes?
And why is this driver so persistent?
The thought niggled at her. Being followed like this made her think of those horror movies in which the unsuspecting friends are harassed by a trucker, then tortured and killed.
D on't pull over until he's gone.
Rebecca slowed the car to under the speed limit. Hopefully the guy in the truck would give up on following her. It wasn't as if her little Hyundai was sheltering him from the onslaught of rain.
Go past me, asshole.
Yes, Mr. Truck Driver had now graduated from buddy to asshole .
" Are we there yet, Mom?"
" Not quite, Colton."
" I wish it wasn't raining."
" Me too, honey." More than you know.
Up ahead a highway light illuminated a gravel road. It probably led to private property, but that didn't matter. It was a perfect place to pull over, providing there wasn't a chain across the road.
She blew out a pent-up breath. Yes! Finally!
She signa led right and reduced her speed. The truck slowed with her, and her heart skipped a beat. "Go around us."
She pulled onto the gravel road, the tires kicking up water. The truck pulled in right behind her. She slapped the steering wheel and muffled a curse. Of all the roads to choose, she'd picked the one belonging to the owner of the truck. Really?
She attempted to pull over on the dirt road, but it was barely wide enough for one vehicle. She had no choice but to keep moving. Somewhere ahead there must be a place where she could turn around. She hoped the truck driver wouldn't be too annoyed that she'd turned off on his land. Some people were very protective of their property.
The re was a dull thud and the car lurched.
What 's this guy doing?
" Mom?" Colton cried out. "What was that?"
" It's okay, honey. The road's a bit rough."
I t wasn't the road that had made the sedan lurch. The bastard truck driver had hit the back bumper of her car.
Rebecca 's pulse raced with fear. She thought about all the horror movies she'd watched growing up. The ones with the psychopathic truckers who hunted down innocent victims with their big rigs.
Jesus!
Checking the mirror, she watched in horror as the headlights from the truck behind her grew larger. He was taking another run at her. She pressed her foot to the gas pedal, weaving along the unpaved road until they were enclosed by bushes and trees. She had the high beams on her car to guide her along the rough road, but the rain made visibility almost nil.
She was lost. There were no signs. No houses. No streetlights.
" Mommy, why are you driving so fast?" Ella asked.
" I want to get to the hotel," she said in a faux cheerful voice.
God, how she wanted to get to a hotel. Or a gas station. Anywhere there were people. And a phone.
She thought about her cell phone. It was in her purse, which had landed on the floor of the passenger's seat when she'd veered around the last wild corner.
" Mom, there's someone behind us," Colton said in a nervous voice.
" I know."
" How come he's so close?"
" He wants to pass us, but there's no room."
The truck loomed closer. With the trees and brush around them keeping away
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