Flight Risk

Blair’s POV

The steering wheel burned under my grip. Knuckles white. My jaw clenched so hard it hurt.

“Stupid, stupid bitch!” I hissed, slamming my foot harder on the gas.

I didn’t even remember the turns. Didn’t see the streets. I just drove.

Mind spinning. Pulse racing. Breathe all over the place.

The sound of sirens still echoed in my ears. That damn flash of blue and red burned behind my eyes.