War of Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2)

My hands are shaky as I reach for my purse.

I fumble with my phone when I try to pick it up.

Fucking hell.

I slam my head back against the seat, my heart racing, my chest tight, my tears falling.

Why did I go out that night?

Why did I go to that hotel with that guy?

Why the fuck did I do something as dumb as leaving a hotel and walking the streets alone after midnight?

I madly wipe my tears and suck air into my lungs.

I’m going to do this.

I’m going to get out of this car and walk into the cinemas.

I can do this.

More deep breaths.

I reach for the door handle.

My head spins and the car park closes in on me.

Oh God, I’m going to die.

Someone is here.

It’s too much.

I can’t breathe.

I need to get out of here.

I try to turn the key in the ignition but my arm and hand are so jittery I can’t do it. That only heightens my panic, and I completely lose my shit.

I’m crying.

I’m screaming.

I’m fucking drowning.

And then my phone rings.

It scares the shit out of me because I wasn’t expecting it. It also floods me with relief; the phone feels like a lifeline and I snatch it up fast.

“Hello?” It comes out a mess in amongst my tears and fears.

“Zara? Is that you?”

Marissa.

Why is she calling me?

“Yeah, it’s me.”