Chapter 8. Unfinished Job

Sherry’s POV

“Beep! Beep!” The honking brought me back to reality.

The flashlight from the car was blinding me. I had dozed off. Waking up like this was not only irritating, it was way past annoying.

“Hey! Drop it!” I yelled back as the car honked again.

The lights dropped. I moved my hand with which I was covering my eyes.

“I thought I asked you to go home! Why are you sleeping on the road?” It was my first client. The nameless psychopath.

I saw him open the car door and walk up to me.

I tried getting up but sitting in that weird position in the cold had cramped my nerves and feet. I held the walls for support.

“Let me drop you at your home! I don’t want to be blamed for your untimely death!” He was scoffing at me. Then grabbed my wrist and literally pulled me inside the car without even waiting for my response.

I tumbled behind him. He banged the door shut after shoving me inside. I almost fell back on the seat with my leg up.<