33. NOT SAYING GOODBYE

The fear had me dizzy, nausea threatening to cover the car with my vomit.

“Peter, hold on baby, hold on my love, for me, for us.”

I felt delusional. What if he was already dead? There was so much blood. I had taken so much time pulling him outside, looking for the cars, finding keys and then opening the gate. Hope dwindled but I refused to give up. I was not going to lose him.

I hit every traffic light. I could barely see the way as the car sped through the road. All the guards had been slaughtered, throats cut across. Peter had taken many of the intruders out but they had been too many for him. Maybe if I came out earlier, maybe he wouldn’t be in my backseat, with me praying he was still alive.

Oohh God. What would I do?

The phone double blinked and I quickly read, ‘In two hundred meters, turn left,’. Not even navigating the road without the sense of hearing would stop me. Nothing would stop me from getting Peter to the hospital. No one. I was ready to shoot any cop that flagged