Author's Note: Sorry for such a short chapter. But like I said, I divide them the way I think the story should be divided. I'll be posting the next chapter very soon, anyway, so I'm not trying to go cheap on ya'. ; ) (Thanks to Mandi C, and thanks to Tundra, another Raven fan, for being new reviewers! I know Tundra, I love him and miss him too! Oh well, there's always Total Nonstop Action on Wednesday nights, if you've got the ten bucks to fork over for it. Small sacrifice though, huh?)
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Amy's forehead hit the steering wheel, hard, as the other car rear-ended her. "What the hell?" she muttered, sitting up and rubbing her aching head. Great, that was definitely going to bruise. She again heard the squeal of tires, and got out of the car just in time to see the other car speeding away from the scene of the accident.
She stood there stunned, staring in the direction of the hit-and-run driver long after a crowd had gathered around her. They're voices flooded her ears with words, but she didn't pay attention to any of them.
"Miss, are you all right? Should I call an ambulance?" "What happened? Was there an accident?" "Where's the other car?" "I saw the whole thing. I can't believe that big jerk just took off like that! Some people..." "Is your neck okay? Do you think you have whiplash?" "You should really get a doctor to check you out, just in case..." "Did anyone get that guy's license plate number? That's a felony, isn't it? Fleeing the scene of a crime?"
Amy didn't hear anything they were saying. She could only stare off in the distance, at the place where she had last scene the other car.
"It wasn't..." her mind was saying, over and over. "It wasn't him. It was just a trick of the light, or something, the sun glaring off the windshield. It wasn't him. Why would he be here? Unless..."
The colder, less optimistic voice in her mind spoke up. "Unless he was following you."
The airport police arrived, and Amy had to shake herself out of her thoughts, in order to tell them what had happened. She mentioned nothing about her nagging fear about the identity of the other car's driver. She instead told them it had happened too quickly for her to clearly see the other person, which was mostly true. She didn't tell them what she really knew.
That it was Hunter who'd hit her from behind.
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Amy's forehead hit the steering wheel, hard, as the other car rear-ended her. "What the hell?" she muttered, sitting up and rubbing her aching head. Great, that was definitely going to bruise. She again heard the squeal of tires, and got out of the car just in time to see the other car speeding away from the scene of the accident.
She stood there stunned, staring in the direction of the hit-and-run driver long after a crowd had gathered around her. They're voices flooded her ears with words, but she didn't pay attention to any of them.
"Miss, are you all right? Should I call an ambulance?" "What happened? Was there an accident?" "Where's the other car?" "I saw the whole thing. I can't believe that big jerk just took off like that! Some people..." "Is your neck okay? Do you think you have whiplash?" "You should really get a doctor to check you out, just in case..." "Did anyone get that guy's license plate number? That's a felony, isn't it? Fleeing the scene of a crime?"
Amy didn't hear anything they were saying. She could only stare off in the distance, at the place where she had last scene the other car.
"It wasn't..." her mind was saying, over and over. "It wasn't him. It was just a trick of the light, or something, the sun glaring off the windshield. It wasn't him. Why would he be here? Unless..."
The colder, less optimistic voice in her mind spoke up. "Unless he was following you."
The airport police arrived, and Amy had to shake herself out of her thoughts, in order to tell them what had happened. She mentioned nothing about her nagging fear about the identity of the other car's driver. She instead told them it had happened too quickly for her to clearly see the other person, which was mostly true. She didn't tell them what she really knew.
That it was Hunter who'd hit her from behind.