Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 5 Barriers

Okay, so maybe I was insane.

Or maybe I was just really curious.

Either way I had a feeling I might be diving in too deep. For all I know Lucas could be a serial killer. And he could be on his way to get rid of a body now. Something echoed in my head and I swerved
a little, barely missing a tree.

This can't be happening right now.

My head started pounding. A scream ripped out of my throat and I pressed down on the gas harder. I was going 80mph now. A normal person would've slowed down and pulled off the side of the road.

Too bad I wasn't normal.

Like I said, I was almost used to my horrendous headaches. So I could probably make it. Plus, I had some Advil in the car. Always prepared, never not ready. So I took 3 of them and started to feel better. I sighed and relief and continued to follow Lucas' black SUV down the street.

It was a normal day. Not hot, not cold either. It was Fall. The trees dead branches whipped around in the breeze. And whatever leaves hadn't fallen yet flew away with the wind, never to be seen again. The roads and ground were filled with colorful leaves. Colors ranged from deep red to bright orange.

I probably would've enjoyed the view and the sweet smell of Fall more if I wasn't tailing a crazy person.

If he wasn't going to tell me anything, I was going to figure it out myself. I was not going to flunk this assignment because of a uncooperative newbie. Who might've been just a smidge attractive? "What's gotten into me," I asked myself. Shaking my head, I managed to stay at least 50 feet back while I followed him.

He seemed to drive okay. I mean, he was driving faster than me but I was only going 50 now. Suddenly, he turned to the right. I slammed my foot on the brake and pulled off into the ditch. I'd seen it in movies before. Always wait at least 10 minutes before you pursue going to the designated area.

So I waited.

My timer was set and I bit my nails and thought of all the reasons I should be sent to a Asylum. One by one I ticked the reasons off my fingers.

Reasons:

1.) This kid could have nothing up with him. Maybe he just don't like talking about himself.

2.) I don't even know this kid and I'm following him. Which I'm pretty sure if I was caught, I could get a restraining order.

3.) Stalking. I mean I think I could get jail time for that...

My timer went off.

And I immediately started to hyperventilate. I could not have a restraining order and I could not go to jail. I was far too young. What if I got caught? Would he call the cops?

What would he think of me?

Hold on.

Since when do I care what anyone thinks about me?

Especially him.

I started my car with a new air of confidence. Mumbling to myself inspirations. Smirking, I pressed on the gas.

And my smirk immediately altered into a frown.

The back tires spun pointlessly. All they did was fling mud and dirt up behind. And the front wheels didn't even move. "You've got to be kidding me," I slammed my fist into the steering wheel. And by God if the airbag didn't come out. Good thing the truck was old, or I would've been knocked out.

The airbag inflated slowly until it ingulfed my face. "This is wonderful, just great," I mumbled against it, sarcastically of course. I hopped out of Lightning, slamming the door behind me. And what I saw made me want to punch something again.