He got in the taxi and it started while Christian said goodbye to me throwing me a kiss. I stared at the taxi as it disappeared into the road. The rest of the afternoon went terribly slowly. I kept looking at my watch, wishing he would call me, or the time would go faster. But the more I looked at the clock the less it walked. It had only been half an hour since Christian had left. I decided to take a shower to relax, but before I did, I took my cell phone with me and put it on the bathroom counter. I got into the shower and the hot water slowly began to relax all the muscles in my body. I had been in the shower for about 15 minutes when the cell phone rang to warn me of a message. I quickly got out of the shower and after drying my hands I took the cell phone, it was a message from Christian.

"I'm in New York, don't worry. I love you, a kiss."

I quickly typed in an answer.

"I hope you solve the problem quickly. I love you too, another kiss. I wait for your call in the evening." —and I sent him.

At least now I was a little calmer but not at all, I would only be calmer when I heard his voice. I finished bathing and went downstairs to dinner with my parents who asked very worried if I had received any news from Christian. I told them briefly that a problem had occurred in one of the clubs he owned and they were both literally left with their mouths open. After dinner I went up to my room, took the sketchbook I had brought and began to draw to see if time passed faster. And so it was 9:00 pm, 9:30 pm, 10:00 pm, 10:30 pm and nothing, there were no signs of Christian. If he hadn't called me by 12:00, I'd be on my way to New York. Around 11:00 p.m. the cell phone rang. I looked at the screen even though I already knew who it was from the tone...Christian.

—I was about to leave for New York. —I replied as I felt him laugh on the other side of the line.

—I don't doubt it. —he paused. —You don't know what I'd like to be there with you right now. —he said, making me smile.

—Did you solve the problem? —I asked him while there was silence on the other side of the line.

—Yes, sorry, I haven't solved the problem yet. —he replied, but I noticed him distracted, as if he was thinking of something else.

—Will you tell me what happened? —I asked him waiting for him to tell me something.

—I don't want you to worry.

—That's hopeless, I'm worried. Now tell me what happened or I'll have to call Elliot to get an answer. —I said to him while for a moment I felt him laugh.

—You don't have to call him. —he said, pausing. — Do you remember the club where we danced together? He asked me while I remembered that day that it was very fresh in my memory, after leaving there was when he kissed me for the first time.

—Yes, I remember. —I replied

—There was a fire. —he said as I listened in alarm.

—Anybody hurt? —I asked with concern.

—Luckily, not, everyone left quickly, but the club was destroyed. —he answered me while I could feel the sound of a siren in the background.

—Are you in the club?

—Yes, I want to see this matter resolved as quickly as possible.

—And how was the fire? —I asked him with great curiosity.

—They're still investigating, the firefighters are putting out the remains of the fire, the police are here too.

—Are you alone?

—No, Elliot's with me, don't worry.

—It's impossible not to.

—Think of something else, what if you think of me, so you can keep your mind busy. —he asked me making me laugh.

—That I can do.

—Then think of me, I'll think of you.

—I will do it.

—I have to leave you love, the police are calling me, I'll see you tomorrow in your apartment when you get back.

—All right, I'll call you when I get out of here.

—All right, one kiss, you know I really love you.

—I know, and I'll see you tomorrow, a kiss. —and I hung up the phone.

At least I'd sleep better knowing that everything was fine. Well, almost everything. It was a pity about the club. But on the other hand I had an idiot smile on my face. This was the first time he ever said "love" to me and I couldn't wait to hear him say it again. I lay on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

Sunday, unlike Saturday, had become cloudy, I had the feeling that today it would start raining early. So I decided to leave, I didn't want to go through a storm in the middle of the highway. The day was getting worse by the minute and the rain would soon be falling. I said goodbye to my parents, put my suitcase in the back seat and got into the car on my way home.

I looked briefly at the co-driver's seat, strangely surprised that Christian was not at my side. There was only the folder of drawings that I had forgotten to put away at the last moment. I turned on the player while the rain began to fall and I put it in random mode to listen to music along the way. It was a coincidence that the song that started to play was Sunday Morning by Maroon 5. Very convenient at the time. I had just taken the highway when I remembered that I hadn't called Christian when I left the house. I took the cell phone and put it on speakerphone and rang it.

—Are you out of there yet? —he asked me in surprise.

—I don't want to be caught in the heavy rain on the road.

—Yes, the weather is getting ugly, here it's raining heavily. —he said to me while I hardly listened to him.

—Here it's just a little bit, but I see that I'm heading for the heavy rain. —I answered him as I looked forward where the black clouds covered the whole sky and thunder echoed in the distance.

—Don't hurry, I'm going to your apartment.

—All right. I said to him as I looked briefly through the rear-view mirror.

I had been paranoid for a few days and today was no exception. Ever since I left my parents' house, I felt as if they were following me, and now I confirmed it. The car behind me had been the same for 10 minutes when I had left my parents' house and had taken the highway. I didn't come very fast for fear of the wet road, the cars passed by me, but that one continued behind me what only confirmed my fear.

—Are you listening to me, Anastasia?

—No, I'm sorry, you were saying. —I asked Christian on the other side of the phone.

—Is something wrong?

—Nothing. —I replied nervously while I was accelerating the car a little more.

—Ana, I know you well, and that's not your normal tone of voice. What's going on? —he asked, worried now, I could feel it in his voice.

—I think there's a car following me. —I answered by looking through the rear-view mirror again.

—Are you sure? —he asked me as I looked towards the road.

The rain had increased, it was raining harder and harder. The windshield wipers were barely enough to clean the glass. The car that followed me as far as I could see was black, with tinted windows so I couldn't see who was driving. And now that the rain had increased, I could see less.

— Can you see the license plate?

—I can barely distinguish it. —I answered as I stared at the rear-view mirror.

—Write down what you can and also if you see the model of the car. —he answered me while I took the sketchbook next to me.

I opened it on one of the last pages and wrote down how little I could see of the license plate and the model of the car.

—I wrote down what I could see of the car. —I told him as I continued to look briefly through the rear-view mirror.

—Is it raining a lot?

—It's raining a lot, as I drive the intensity of the rain increases.

—I would never ask this of you, especially if it is raining heavily. —he said to me as I listened attentively.

—Tell me. —I asked him.

—You have to lose the car, but for that you're going to have to accelerate. —he said to me with a little fear in his voice.

—I'll try. —I answered as I was accelerating the car down the highway trying to lose my pursuer.

The car behind me accelerated too, it was stuck behind me. I accelerated even more and started to pass the side of the cars that had slowed down in the rain to see if I could lose it that way. But the car was still behind me and the rain wasn't slowing down.

—Shit! —I exclaimed in frustration.

—Did you manage to lose it? —Christian asked me while I looked again at the rear-view mirror.

But to my surprise, the car wasn't behind me.

—I don't see it. —I said to him as I continued to look through the mirror in the hope that I had managed to lose it.

But I don't know why it occurred to me to look to my right and again I saw him, now by my side. Then the car stuck to mine and made me make a cut to avoid it hitting me.

—Shit! —I shouted as I stabilized the car on the road.

—What happened? —he asked frightened.

—He's trying to hit me. —I shouted as I tried not to let the car crash into mine.

But as much as I tried to avoid it, it came back to my side and this time it crashed and made me shudder and briefly let go of the rudder with a scream.

—Ana, are you all right?

—I was just hit from the side.

—Where are you going? —he asked me while I was trying to get on the highway but the rain and the car next to me wouldn't let me concentrate.

—I'm still on I-95 S. —I shouted as the car hit me again this time harder, breaking the window on the right side.

—Christian! —I shouted in frustration at not being able to do anything at that moment other than drive.

I could stop but thousands of images passed through my mind and I ended up shot on one side of the highway with the car on fire. The car hit me one more time and then delayed to hit me from behind breaking the rear windshield. Then it hit me one more time and everything went into slow motion. I lost control of the car and it took a big turn before turning and turning around. I was upside down in the car. I don't know how many turns it went through the air before it hit the road completely overturned.

At some point when the car hit me from behind and before I rolled over I lost my phone and communication with Christian and a few moments after I had capsized the knowledge. I don't know exactly what time passed, I found myself head down held by the seat belt of the car while I felt something hot coming down my face. My whole body hurt, I didn't know exactly what it hurt less. I let go of the belt falling on the roof of the car with a scream of pain.

—Whoo! —I shouted as I grabbed my right leg.

I tried to turn while holding the pain both in my leg and in my head. And as I could, little by little I got out of the car. I ran my hand over my forehead and then I saw the blood in my hand. That's what ran through my head. Everything hurt. The rain continued to fall heavily causing the blood in my head to begin to fall on the road. There was no sign of the car that had chased me and overturned. Then everything started to turn around me. I tried how I could to get as far away from the car as I could until I couldn't take the pain anymore and everything began to disappear around me. I could hear the sirens in the distance sounding. Everything began to blur and shut me up in a white nebula. The last thing that came into my mind was Christian's smiling face.