A chill went down Emily’s spine. She knew exactly what he was implying. Without another word, she turned and started hurrying away, her heart pounding. She could hear him shouting after her but she didn’t look back. She’d rather walk the remaining seven miles than get in the truck with him. Emily scolded herself for even considering hitchhiking. But now all she could do was keep moving and hope she made it home before he would come looking for her.
Emily hurried down the dark, empty street, daring to glance back over her shoulder every few seconds. Even though the pickup truck was long gone, she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled over her. She wrapped her arms around herself against the chill of the night air, trying to calm her racing heart.