He had enjoyed the look of horror I gave him. "I thought you were going to lie. I planned on driving back and letting you die there in that pool if you had." He had said. I was really frightened.
Those words had stolen my breath and peace. I shakily asked him. "How much do you know about me?" And he replies,
"Everything there is to know. Your life is so basic. Calloway." He takes me home that day like he had not tried to kill me in the pool.
Pulling up and dropping me in front of my parents driveway even though I had begged him to drop me somewhere a little far back so I wouldn't be seen getting out of his expensive car in the nosy middle-class neighborhood that I live in. The news that I was seen with a guy in some fancy Porsche flew around quicker than a fire could spread. Mom didn't like that at all.
