Chapter 12

It's almost funny how a home run by the Philadelphia Phillies' batter had my Dad more concerned than his only daughter being followed by a suspicious vehicle all the way to the house, but I can't even laugh now, I was really afraid for my life.

As he opens his can of beer I begin thinking to myself, even if he does not care about my safety as my father, I know my Dad all too well, that 6-pack of beer would not matter at all just because he heard somebody was threatening to ride a bike over his lawn, as a matter of fact the perpetrator would have the cans of beer smashed over their head and would be forced to mow the lawn for as long as my father dictates.

Something is definitely wrong, and I won't be able to sleep with both eyes closed except I get to the bottom of this, I know for sure I wasn't hallucinating, I away them serve when I swerved, I know they were trailing, who and why is what I do not know, but I'm about to find out. Charity begins at home they say, I'm about to do some