Real Action

I sped around the corner, following him. Scared, innocent little Damien. I just wish I could see exactly how paranoid I was making him. I bet he was sweating over the wheel, fingers in a locked grip. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't feel it would be worth it. I was kind of ashamed of myself. At least I wasn't going to be the one crashing, I suppose. I took out my phone and text him that last mesage he would read. That would stump him, cause his heart rate to double again. With that, I swept off onto a side road, ready to wait out the remaining minutes before the real action set in.

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