ship of love

Ship of love chapter30

Arya's POV

I got off from work around 8:00 and was driving home. I couldn't wait to go home and just soak myself in a hot bubble bath and read a good book. Today was a hectic day for me, from showing new nurses how
To insert a freaking I.V into a patients arm to helping doctors with their charts and checking on the twins every hour because they weren't feeling well, I gave them some children's Tylenol and they slept half the day which had me a bit worried so I had one of the pediatricians I know check them out and she said they were fine that I should just continue giving them Tylenol every few hours. I thanked her and went back to my job.
I was surprised and a bit nervous when I didn't notice any cars on the road. A few minutes later,I was happy to notice a pair of headlights up ahead. The car was on a side road, waiting for me to pass so it could pull out. I was relieved that it turned onto the road behind me. I kinda welcomed the company. But then the headlights loomed up in my rearview mirror. The driver flashed his lights onto bright and left them on, then he zoomed up behind me practically riding my rear bumper. I couldn't even see the drivers face, I didn't know if it was a he or a she.
"Jerk" I muttered and pressed harder on the gas. The fucking driver did the same and stayed directly on my bumper for the next half mile. If he/she was impatient with my driving the speed limit, why didn't they just go around? There wasn't a double yellow stripe prohibiting passing, but even if there was, anyone who wasn't afraid of tailgating wouldn't be afraid of breaking the no-passing law. Right? There was no oncoming traffic to prevent he/she from passing me.

I raised my hand against the glare reflected in my rearview and side mirrors, I could only make out a silhouette in the other car and it appeared to be female, but I couldn't tell for certain, and now I was going too fast not to keep both hands on the wheel.
After another mile, I was frazzled. My hands seemed grafted to the steering wheel from gripping it so tightly. My shoulders started aching with tension.
"You win you Asshole!" I eased my car closer to the shoulder, which was nearly nonexistent. But the fucking driver didn't use the extra space to go around. Instead they pulled up so that their front bumper was slightly overlapping my left rear one. I moved over more, until my right tires slid into soft mud. The other driver compensated, keeping our bumpers inches apart.
"What is wrong with you, you moron?" I yelled
My irritation with the driver was turning into panic. I didn't know what to do! Should I speed up, slow down, stop? All of these options posed risks, especially the last one. I had no weapon and my cell phone was dead. I haven't seen another car for about half an hour.
No stopping was definitely not an option. Slowing down hasn't affected them, they simply pulled their car closer to mine. That left me with only one thing to do and that was keep my speed up and hope I didn't crash before I reached home. Maybe this asshole would tire of this game and leave me alone. But I knew that wasn't going to happen. This was menacing, not playful. That person in the car was meant to hurt me and I knew then it was that bitch Jessica. I never thought she would go this far and try to hurt me. She seemed to know exactly where to shine her bright headlights and it was into my mirrors. They were blinding me. I decided to go on the offensive, I pressed the accelerator to the floorboard and at the same time jerked my wheel to the left. I missed hitting her right front bumper by an inch. Now back on top I drove my car ahead.
But my victory was short lived. The bitch roared up behind me, then whipped around the rear of it and overlapped bumpers again.
"Dammit!"
"Why are you doing this? What do you want?" I yelled in fear. Which I know is stupid because I already know what she wants. I was once again blind sided by her headlights, but up ahead I can make out the signs for the river. Just passed the sign, the shoulder tapered to nothing and the road narrowed to form a bridge. My anxiety increased, that was a lot of water and it was deep like an ocean. People died in it! I remember how an experience swimmer was found dead in there. But me I wasn't that good of a swimmer. I'd feel much safer once I was across the bridge. But when I sped up with that purpose in mind, she matched my speed and inched closer to my car.
In desperation, I pressed the gas pedal onto the floorboard again. Even the speed I was going wasn't enough to pull ahead of her. Just as I reached the sign,Jessica the bitch outmaneuvered me and edged her car to the right, forcing me off the road and onto the shoulder that soon gave way to nothingness.
I was probably going close to a hundred miles an hour when my car hit the water. It slammed into the surface of the river with such impact that my airbag deployed. It probably saved my life but it really wasn't a blessing. Because I was still conscious thinking about my boys, friends, family and jason when my car was swallowed by the greedy, swirling water.

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