Chapter Twenty Eight

Agatha's eyes fluttered open, feeling hazy and heavy at the same time. She tried to sit up, attempting to move her hands, only to realize she was stuck.

What the hell? Why can't I move?

Oh right. Something flipped my car over. Or someone.

Great.

With shaky breaths that actually burnt her lungs, Agatha tried to look around only to find she was trapped in her own car which was now a mess.

Shards of glass remained scattered around, blood dripping from various wounds in her body. Agatha hissed as the sharp edge of a glass cut through her already opened skin, making her eyes go shut.

In the background, she cold hear a distant voice screaming her name, someone that sounded like Romeo. She looked around, looking for her phone before she spied it in the back seat, where she couldn't even reach.

"Ugh!" Agatha groaned as she tried to reach her phone, but failed miserably.

What the fuck is going on?

Who had been following me? Was it one of father's enemies again?

Ugh. This is so