chapter 125

Scar's mind raced as he sped down the road, the engine's roar a distant hum compared to the storm brewing in his thoughts.

He couldn't shake off Mrs. Martin's words, her smug smile haunting him.

"I need to get answers," he said reminding himself of his condition.

He was starting to find it hard to breathe.

It was as if he was beginning to have a heart attack.

She had sown seeds of doubt, and now they threatened to take root.

No matter how he tried to keep his head straight those words came to the surface and tainted him.

When he got furrowed he groaned.

"Ugh! Fuck." He cursed under his breath as he smashed his head on the wheel.

Thankfully it wasn't a fragile object or else it would have been broken to pieces.

"I need to think," he said to him

He threw his eyes over then was and when he saw an opening he hesitated.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, He pulled over at a quiet spot, the city's lights shimmering in the distance.

Thank Goodness he had a few cans of beer in h