ISABELLE

I turned in my seat as he swerved the car to the side.

“Oh God”, I muttered, holding the seat tightly.

I looked back again and I saw that they were still following us.

“Who does Andrew really want from me?”, I said frustratedly.

“I'm not really the cause of his family's problem”, I added.

Jake was too focused to even notice that I was talking.

He kept on driving, swerving and taking different turns.

Anything just to make us loose the people follow us.

I looked ahead and I saw that we were approaching a bride, it's steel frame looming ahead, like a skeletal hand reaching across the...