•29• Priscilla

It’s that black SUV.

I just know it’s that same one that’s always parked around the curb of my apartment building whenever I get in or out of the building.

At first, I’d only thought it a coincidence for it to be around at the same time as me, but as the days progressed, that car began giving me an uncomfortable feeling. 

Almost as if it were watching me.

And now? 

I don’t know how long that car’s been here, watching me, watching us, rather, because as soon as it sees that I’ve spotted it, it drives away. 

Before Gerrard can see it.

I’m afraid I sound like an idiot to him right now, but what I’m saying is the truth. I really do think that someone’s following me. There’s only so many times that can be counted as a coincidence.

But now is not one of those times, because how the fuck could that car know that I’m with