Destiny & Trent 2

This was no average-looking chick; she had somewhat of an exotic look. She had long, flowing hair that she wore out as it hung down and flowed past her shoulders. I could tell she had flawless skin, and her eyes were slanted as if she could possibly be mixed with Chinese.
Those very eyes looked as if they told a story—however, a very sad and dark story. Since her eyes held little to no expression, they almost seemed dead.
Brushing off whatever I was thinking, I decided to pay her no mind as I opened my door and jumped in.
Bouncing the starter, I drove out the parking lot to make my way over to the police station. I was praying to God, Allah, and Mahatma Gandhi, everybody I could think of, that the police still thought Tracey was killed by an intruder.
As I weaved through the traffic, I looked into my rear-view mirror, and I could swear that the very car I saw parked in the parking lot at work was now behind me. Deciding I was just paranoid, I made a sharp turn on the corner, taking a different route to the station. This road was rarely busy because the road was in dire need of fixing and had a lot of bumps in it.
I checked my rear-view mirror once again, and sure enough, the car was still behind me. This led me to believe that chick was definitely following me, but why? I had no idea who the bitch was.
I cursed my decision to turn off on this particular road because I couldn’t speed up on account of the road was so bad that I was sure to blow a tire out if I tried.
With both hands on the steering wheel, I navigated my way on the road, glancing every five seconds at the car behind me. Trying my best not to lose my handling on my car, I focused on the bridge that I was quickly approaching.
Suddenly, the car behind me hit my back bumper, causing the car to jerk forward. I screamed in fright as I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
Shit! I repeatedly shrieked in my head. What did this bitch want from me? Maybe it was someone related to Tracey; maybe they figured out I had something to do with her death also.
I was scared out of my mind as the car hit the back of my car once more.
“Bitch! Are you fucking crazy!” I yelled as I was now a couple of meters from the bridge.
The car accelerated as I heard it speed up so that it was now aligned with my vehicle. I turned to face my aggressor; her expression remained stone cold as she looked at me.
“What are you doing! Who are you!” I shouted out to her from my open window. All she did was smile before she turned her car so that it connected with mine viciously.
Pulling over to avoid getting the full impact of her hit, I lost total control of my car as I approached the bridge.