I wondered why she was so mad at me as we had been getting along so famously before I made my move. Most likely she was starting to think that we were bonding or some ridiculous shit like that and took my escape as a rejection. Which was ridiculous, really, considering that she was going to kill me. Talk about the ultimate rejection. Then again, I didn’t think she was wrapped too tightly right now as evidenced by the high-speed chase. I had a feeling that the only thing on her mind was removing me from this earth, and it didn’t matter whom else she hurt while attempting to do so. I had a hunch she wouldn’t even care if she died as long as she took me with her. I pressed on the gas and sped up to ninety miles an hour. I was thankful that I was in my mother’s car and not mine because mine would never had withstood the pressure.
“Where are the fucking cops when you need them?” I screamed in frustration. I would take any cops right about now, not just Bradley and Sands. Hell, I would kiss whatever cop came to my rescue, but the problem was that I couldn’t stop. If I did, Antoinette would shoot me for sure. So how would I get the message across to my would-be saviors? I pushed the thought away and concentrated on driving. “Please get the fuck out of my way,” I pleaded with the other drivers. Most of them moved willingly as I careened by them, but a few refused to budge. I didn’t know if it was stubbornness or ignorance, but I had to get by. Sometimes I would weave through cars, nicking one here and there. “Sorry!” I yelled at the top of my lungs as I passed them. I was sure they were cursing me as they should, but I had to get by. I only prayed that some of them were whipping out their cell phones and indignantly calling the cops.
A thought struck me. What was I supposed to do once I reached home? I couldn’t lead Antoinette back to my parents’ house, and I couldn’t shake her. I glanced at the gas tank and saw that I had half a tank. To my great relief, I heard sirens behind me. Antoinette must have heard them, too, but she didn’t care. By this time, we were going well over ninety miles an hour, and she was still on my tail. Now I had a dilemma. What to do? I had to exit. 694 was coming up, but I had to slow down to exit. If I did that, Antoinette would catch me for sure. Not to mention I had to move over two lanes as I was in the left lane again. Shit. I had to risk it.
“I’m exiting 694 west,” I shouted. I still heard noises from my phone, so I assumed the operator was still there. “There are cops behind us, but I don’t know how they can help since this bitch is trying to run me off the road. If you hear a big boom, then I’ve crashed.” More squawking which I ignored. I had more important things on my mind, damn it!