Daily Prompt: Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.
I did this rather hastily so please forgive any mistakes.
The night was too dark for me to see clearly. I looked for a corner to turn into quickly and put the lights off and let him pass, but he was driving far too close behind me. Every turn I took, he took. He wouldn’t let up. When I accelerated, he would accelerate. Now driving at high speed, I was frantically trying to remember the roads around the area. The reality was that I was lost with a lunatic trying to push me off the road.
There was no other traffic. How I wished to see a cop car, anything, anyone. Ahead to the left I saw a turning. I thought if I could gear down and take the corner quickly,that he might not be able to turn that fast and would have to go straight on, which would give me time to turn around and go back the other way.
He was a better driver than I thought. As my tyres screeched around the corner I could see the bright headlights still stuck behind me and then to my horror, ahead of me I saw the road ended with a Cul-de-sac… As I swerved, the back of my car hit a tree and came to a complete standstill.
With my car was facing his. I watched as the huge man opened his car door. He was holding some sort of baton in his hand, smacking it into his other hand as he walked slowly towards me. Shakily with my heart pounding I grabbed for the tazer I keep in the side pocket of my car door…