I can help you...




Late one Friday night when I was 17, I got into a huge fight with my older brother who caught me and "my boyfriend-at -the-time" in a, shall we say,  a compromising position in the closet of my bedroom.  Needless to say, a scuffle ensued.  "You don't understand--we are in love's" and "You tramp's" were hurled as well as a wooden spoon.  The boyfriend was "asked" to get on his bike and leave.    In my humiliation and anger, I decided to go for a long run that just happened to be in the direction of my boyfriend's house.  About three blocks into my run, I noticed that I was being followed by a silver Monte Carlo.  I didn't recognize the car and became convinced I could outrun it.   The car sped up when I sped up and slowed when I slowed.  Out of breath, I stopped at a crosswalk.  The Monte Carlo pulled up next to me and the passenger window rolled down, "get in, I will give you a ride" a man's voice said.  I tried to see the facewithout getting too close, but  he seemed to purposely stay in the shadow.  I don't know where it came from, but I decided to start fake crying.  He tried to sound sympathetic and asked me what was wrong. I put my face in my hands and started to cry hard, some fake tears, some real.  I ran and we raced to the next light.   He asked "What's wrong pretty girl?  and added "Get in the car.  Completely spent, and close to my destination, I finally started to get scared. I decided to make up a lie, hoping it would freak him out and he would leave me alone;   "I killed them--I killed them!" " I screamed, and started to run again, he followed.  At the next light, the shadowed man asked--too calmly, "who did you kill?".  "My-my Parents", I pulled out of no where.  Without pause, he said "I can help you." I stepped toward the car door as if I was were complying and cut behind the car and though a neighborhood.  I heard the skid of the Silver Monte Carlo, but he couldn't follow my erratic pattern.  Safely at the boyfriend's door, we watched all night for the silver car...