(Part 2)

Slowing down off the highway, Karen Daniels exited 42 northbound at the Creek Rd exit. Driving pass Benigno Blvd, she caught sight of several police cars near the Post Office as she circled around the Sunoco and headed up towards the light.
Coming to a stop in the left turn lane, she put her signal on and waited for the green. Adjusting the rear view mirror, she leaned in close to take a look at herself. As she toyed with the bangs of hair over her eyes, she failed to notice a dark vehicle slowly pulling up behind her.
Returning the mirror back to its proper position, she sat back in her seat and glanced out the driver’s side window. She immediately spotted an attendant at the Wawa hosing gasoline all over a car that was sitting at the pumps.
“What the…?”
At that very moment, her vehicle was hit from behind. The sudden impact jolted her back into the seat, causing her foot to slip off the pedal. Realizing her car was now rolling forward, she quickly recovered and slammed on the brakes. Throwing her car into park, she angrily looked back over her right shoulder, out the rear window.
“Motherfucker…,” she cursed with clenched teeth.
Twisting around, she grabbed the handle and threw the door wide open. As she exited her vehicle, however, the dark car rammed into her once again, smashing the driver door against her, crumpling her face down onto the street.
Lying on her belly, Karen rocked from side to side, fighting to breathe. She may have had the wind knocked out of her, but her anger only intensified. Turning her head to the left, she wanted to see the asshole that did this to her. Through the disheveled hair in her face, she watched as the dark car slowly backed away from the rear of her vehicle, turning its front towards her.
Holding her head high as she pushed herself up off the street, Karen stood for a moment before taking a step closer towards the mystery car.
“Your ass is going to jail motherfucker,” she shouted, “I’ll see to that!”
Just then the headlights of the vehicle open up like a pair of eyes, revealing a fiery red light that bathed everything in front of it in a hellish glow.
Using her hand to shield her eyes from the strange light emanating from the dark car, Karen squinted to see anything.

Michael Fright | Fiction Author

“You Haven’t Known Fear,’Til You’ve Been FRIGHT-end.”

Michael Fright

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