I slipped into my 2015 Honda Pilot and backed out of my parking spot, unsure when I would return. Leaving the lot I turned right, heading toward the highway. I still hadn’t taken the time to figure out what I should do, but instinctively I felt I should leave town. I knew if I headed North there would be hotels not far from the highway.
Some time alone should help me evaluate the situation more objectively.
I had been lost in thought, again, almost missing the next turn. This was becoming a common occurrence. What was wrong with me?
I turned to the right at the last minute, my tires screeching on the pavement. Spying a car behind me do the same, my heart started to pound in my chest. It was a silver Porsche, just like Clay’s. This was not an affluent neighborhood. Luxury vehicles stood out among the more practical minivans and sedans common for the families living in this area.
What was he planning to do?
As the question formed in my mind, his car drew closer, dangerously close in my opinion. I sped up to increase the distance but he immediately closed the gap. Going well over the speed limit on a largely residential street I was afraid to accelerate much more.
Looking in the rear view mirror I was unable to be sure the driver was Clay as he was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap. It had to be him though, didn’t it? What was he doing?
As his car came within inches of mine, I was suddenly sure he was going to hit me and I braced myself for the impact. Seconds before our vehicles collided he swerved into the other lane. Fortunately there were no oncoming cars. He blew past me then cut back over just a breath away from my front bumper.
As he did, he slammed on the breaks. Shocked by what was happening as he passed me I had already started to lose speed, but I was still forced to veer into the empty parking spaces to my right in order to avoid a crash. Fearing a confrontation I turned right just as he crossed the next street at the end of the block.
Although I was relieved that I’d been able to prevent a wreck I didn’t allow myself time to celebrate. It was clear that my impulse to run was justified. Now I just had to get to the highway before he found me again.
This post is in response to the daily writing prompts Spying and is part of something longer I am working on.
This post is a part of the story about the ex and comes after Was It Time to Say Goodbye to the Past?