“He pulled sharpish off the road, gravel flying, then turned and followed me. I sped up. I didn’t have time to be arrested. The blood from my leg was seeping onto Brad’s floor. Dean could wait until I put some disinfectant on it. Dean surged behind, tailgating. I sped up until the engine whined. He pulled out beside me, waved wildly, wound down his window, shouted to pull over. I ignored him. I knew he wouldn’t turn his siren on. He wouldn’t want anyone to see him heartlessly pursuing his injure...d mother in a high-speed chase. He tucked back in behind and followed me home. Finally, I pulled into my driveway and stopped the car, Dean’s car sliding in after me. I limped in through the back door in my tattered dress, a good chunk of it flapping bloodily around my leg. I stared straight ahead, my most dignified look. ‘Jesus, Mum. What happened?’ Brad’s face turned white. I half-collapsed into a chair. Dean walked in behind me, glowering and sat down. Feeling faint, I gabbled out a brief summary, Noel, Bubbles, the bite.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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