Here's part 12...

Rob glanced at Lilian, worried at the look on her face. She seemed to be quite dazed, staring straight ahead, deep in thought. Rob took one hand off the wheel to their SUV, tentatively placing a hand on her thigh.

"Hey," he whispered, relieved when she didn't jump. "You okay?"

"I don't know, Rob," she whispered, still staring. "I just… I don't understand why he is here… why he's trying to make my life hell. Why can't he leave me alone?"

Rob sighed, glancing briefly at her and taking her hand in his. "I don't know, Lil. I wish I had answers for you, but I don't. But believe me when I say I will do everything in my power to never let him hurt you again."

Lilian answered her mouth to reply, jumping slightly when Rob's phone rang loudly. Rob let go of her hand, fumbling for his phone, flipping it open. "Yeah?" he asked, watching as Lilian folded her hands, ringing them together as she once again stared out the window.

"Rob. It's Steph. Look, security just combed the arena, and no one matching John's description has been found. So either he took off when Lilian saw him… or Lilian's seeing things. And I seriously doubt it's the latter."

Rob sighed, responding, "Shit. Okay, we'll call when we get in the room. Thanks, Steph."

"You're welcome, Rob. Sorry I don't have better news."

"Not your fault, Steph."

"I know… but I wish I had better news. Be careful, okay?"

"I will. Talk to you in a few."

Rob sighed again, hanging up the phone. He glanced at Lilian, surprised to see the little blonde looking at him with intense green eyes. "He's not there anymore, is he?" Lilian asked, though the way she asked the question indicated she already knew the answer.

Still, Rob shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road. "No. I'm sorry, Lil."

Lilian sighed, folding her arms, closing her eyes as she tilted her head up. "I can't believe this… I thought I was getting away from him, but it seems like he'll always be here to torture me."

Again, Rob reached over, taking the little blonde's hand in his. "Lil, it's gonna be okay. As soon as we can, we're going to press charges and get a restraining order," he told her.

Lilian chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Rob… I don't want to get you involved in this… not you, not Steph, not Lita or Trish, not anyone. This is my problem, not yours or theirs."

"Hey… I'm not going to let you fight this alone… and it's a safe bet that no one will," Rob told her, squeezing her hand.

Lilian didn't answer; rather, her attention was focused on the rearview mirror. Rob followed her gaze, cursing lowly when he noticed a car very close to his bumper. "Maniac," he muttered, changing lanes to allow the person to pass easily.

"What the fuck?" he asked, letting go of Lilian's hand to grip the steering wheel with both hands when the car changed lanes with him, staying close to the bumper of the black SUV Rob was driving.

"Lil, call 911," he instructed calmly, taking his hand off the wheel briefly to hand her his phone. Rob sped up, trying to put distance between he and the car that was following them as Lilian flipped open the phone, dialing 911. Lilian glanced back, not surprised to see the car gaining speed, once again following closely when Rob switched lanes.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My name is Lilian Garcia. I'm traveling down… I-76 with a friend and there's someone following us," Lilian said, surprised her voice was steady. "There's a person following us really closely and keeps changing lanes when we do."

"Okay, Lilian, where on I-76 you are?"

"I… I don't know," Lilian said, looking around for some sort of landmark but only seeing trees. "I'm not from around here. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Lilian… first of all, are you driving?"

"No, my friend Rob is."

"Okay… can you see the car following you and Rob?"

Lilian turned around carefully, her blood running cold when she saw the car. A white sedan with black tinted windows.

With scratches on the hood.

"It's a… uh, it's a white sedan. Honda… Accord, I think. Black tinted windows, scratches on the hood," she said numbly, glancing at Rob. His face was grim, the look on his face tense as he glanced between the car closely following them and the cars in front of them.

"Is there a plate on the front? Can you see the license plate?"

"No… no front plate."

"Can you see the driver or anyone in the car?"

"No… the windows are tinted."

Lilian heard the operator sigh, then ask, "How fast are you guys moving?"

She glanced at the odometer, wincing when she saw how fast Rob was going to try to get away from the car. "95 M.P.H."

"Damn," the operator murmured. "Is the car giving you any distance?"

Lilian glanced back, seeing that the car was still on their bumper. "No," she said. "They are right on our bumper."

"Shit… Lilian, I need you to tell Rob that if he can, he needs to let up off the gas. There are several units on or making their way to I-76, so the pressure should hopefully be off you in a few minutes. Just hang in there, okay?"

"Okay," Lilian murmured, turning her attention to Rob. "Rob, there's units getting ready to jump in. If you can, let up on the gas slightly."

"I'm trying, Lil," he said gently, glancing in the mirror again. She jumped slightly, however, when Rob yelled, "Fuck!" A second later, Lilian lurched forward, the impact from the car slamming into the back of their SUV sending them spinning.

Rob slammed on the brakes, trying to gain control of the heavy SUV as it fishtailed dangerously. Lilian watched numbly as the white car hit them again, this time on the passenger's side, sending them flying off the road.

"Lilian? What's going on?" she heard the operator ask, somewhat panicked at the sound of metal crunching and Lilian's lack of response.

She didn't respond to the 911 operator. Instead, she screamed. Screamed as the SUV went careening through the grass, going into a roll. The massive vehicle flipped once, windows breaking at the impact, sending glass everywhere. The vehicle flipped again, the airbags going off with a bang. Then, finally, the SUV stopped, the engine dying when the vehicle stopped moving.

Lilian gasped, staring straight ahead for a few moments. She wasn't aware of anything… not the glass raining down her back… not the smear of blood on her window or the pounding in her head… not the burning on her face and arms due to the airbags deploying. She wasn't aware of anything.

Finally, she glanced at Rob, relieved to see him looking back at her. "You okay?" he asked quietly, trying to get his seatbelt off, wincing at the pain in his arm as he did so, tugging at the strap in frustration when it seemed to have jammed in the accident.

"I… I think so," Lilian replied, undoing her seatbelt with some difficulty due to her shaking hands. She felt dizzy, though she felt relieved when she heard police sirens breaking the silence of the night. Her door opened, and for a brief moment she thought she was going to look into John's eyes.

However, she met the concerned gaze of a young blonde woman, a bystander who had obviously stopped to help them out.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" the young woman asked, placing a hand on Lilian's shoulder.

"I… I think so," Lilian replied. "Please, check on him."

"It's okay, ma'am. My boyfriend is with him now." Sure enough, Lilian could hear a man talking to Rob.

"I'm fine, dude," she heard Rob reply, though his voice was laced with pain. "Did you see where the car went? Did you catch the plates?"

"No, we were behind him, and the plate was covered in mud. We couldn't get the number, I'm sorry. He took off after you guys were sent off the road," the man said. He cursed, then said, "I'm going to need to cut your seatbelt. It's jammed pretty bad."

"Okay," Rob said, glancing back at Lilian. "You still with me, Blondie?"

"Yeah," Lilian replied, touching her forehead. However, the pain in her head finally hit her full force, the events of the day taking their toll.

"Lil? Lil!" was the last thing she heard before everything went black.

End Part 12… told you it was a doozy!