Chapter 3

I quietly bore Jessica's harsh words, but he couldn't handle my silence. The road was icy and difficult to traverse, but he continued to speed up. I felt the car losing control and turned to look at him. Jessica looked back at me, smiled, and said, "Judy, you're not afraid to die, are you?" I heard the tires skidding on the icy surface and the startled cries of pedestrians. My gaze must have been full of sorrow—I didn't want to die. I still had so much to do. He seemed to sense my thoughts and turned away from me.

The car kept picking up speed until we slid off the road and into a snowbank. The windows were coated in snow, leaving the inside of the car dark. He didn't turn on the lights, and I found myself gasping for air, relieved to be alive. Jessica, however, remained very calm. He said, "Last night, I found out my father was having an affair, and it was with you. Judy, can you guess what I wanted to do most at that moment?" The air felt thick and my breathing quickened. Then, Jessica leaned closer and gripped my neck tightly, slowly squeezing. I shook my head, trying to escape the suffocation, but he bit my lip mercilessly, and I tasted blood. "I want to kill you," he said, "Judy." The suffocation left my mind blank. He wiped my lips and then turned on the car's light. Jessica's face appeared before me, his lips also stained with blood. He leaned in and bit my earlobe hard. "Judy, I won't let you go."

My heart ached, nearly breaking. The fear of dying and the pain of suffocation were unbearable. In the rearview mirror, I saw his fingerprints on my neck. Just now, Jessica truly wanted me dead.