This evening, Devlin will no longer be my concern. Frankly, I’m glad that the neanderthal tried to do me in. Of course, with a car. His sense of irony has all of the subtlety as an anvil dropped into ones lap.
After his actions tonight, anything that needs to be done is simply self-defense. Step Two to freedom?
Then I can look to Step Three. I wonder where David is at this time of night. I’d say he were sleeping, but that would mean there would be eight hours a day where I wouldn’t fear for my life.
Step Two is a necessity. Step Three is a luxury.
