Twisted Intentions

~ Part 2 ~

Serena

My head snaps up, a paper sticking to the side of my face and I yank it off quickly. The librarian stands just over my table, her long blonde hair tied up in a messy bun while she stares down at me through her low glasses.

"It's time to go, pretty." She says softly and I immediately gather my things. "Yeah sorry, rough day." I mutter, though it's been a rough three years. I make my way through the front door, sighing when I step out into the night.

I stand and listen, the cicadas singing in the trees, crickets sounding off and a warm breeze blowing through the air. It smells like rain, I've always loved that.

Making my way to my car, I stop dead in my tracks when I spot someone across the parking lot. It's a man sitting on a sleek, jet black bike. His dark helmet covers his face, gloves and a black long hoodie concealing his hands and arms. My breath falters, his visor is down but I swear I feel his eyes burning into me.

Looking around, I realize I'm the last to leave other than the librarian, maybe I should go back in? Explain there's a creepy biker who's watching me and she'll let me-

The thought stops when I hear keys jangling, turning and seeing her doing her lockup for the night, before walking to her car and starting the engine right up. Driving away and leaving me completely alone.

Perfect. Just what I wanted actually, thank you so much.

For the first time since being here, I wish my father were waiting on me at home. Then maybe someone would be looking out for me.

The bike revs suddenly, sending a shiver down my spine and I waste no more time. Walking over to my car, quickly but not running. My heels clicking on the pavement with each of my swift steps.

Jumping into my car, I close and lock the door before looking around. Seeing.. no one? Fuck this.

Shaking off the eerie feeling I start the engine, pulling out onto the road and taking a small breath when I see no lights behind me. I turn my music up, rolling down my window and letting the wind whip through my hair.

I let the night swallow me up, street lights shining bright and no one on the road with me. The drive back to my dad's is about 35 minutes, so I spend that time decompressing and trying to shut my brain off. It's the closest I feel to being free, which yes is very sad. But it's true. It's the only time I can just be.

I peek at my side mirror, doing a double take when I see the biker trailing closely behind me. My blood turns to ice, my hands stiffening on the wheel as dread sinks deep into my stomach.

The music suddenly feels too loud, the wind whipping too hard. Turning it all down and off, I press my foot harder on the gas. Speeding down the slick road in hopes he'll back off.

Except he doesn't, the lights get closer. The rev of the bike louder now and speeding up with me. I take a sharp intake of breath, curving down the winding road faster than I should.

I keep my eyes hard on the road, looking desperately for a turn and finally seeing one. I speed up, pressing hard and my little blue car struggles to keep up. The lights behind me don't.

Finally seeing the turn, I push the brakes and whip the wheel. Almost flipping the car and screaming out before it lands back on the tires with a loud thud.

I turn around quickly, scanning the road and seeing no lights or the biker. I start the car right back up.

Keeping my headlights off I drive the last 3 minutes to my father's house. Pulling up and seeing no car in the driveway. Great.