Kwanisha's P.O.V

Jessica comes knocking at the door. Thank goodness. I was praying she wouldn't die. She grabs my arm and rushes towards my car. 'Kwanisha, it is not safe here, police station. Now.' She was probably right, so I got in the car, no questions asked. I got my driving licence a few weeks ago. Jessy doesn't have hers, but it doesn't matter. I drove towards the police station at 30km/h, but Jessy said to go faster. Now we are speeding towards our destination at 60km/h. Jessy called our local police station number.

'Elm avenue police station, how can we help you?'

Jessy put on a brave voice

'We are currently coming to the police station in a white Nissan Micra. While also being chased by a, uh, crime committer? I guess.'

'Can you define that more clearly ma'am'

'I think he was going to murder me, but he hasn't, so I can't call him a murderer. Yet.'

"We're here" I whispered to Jessy.

'Also, we've just arrived outside,' she continues on the phone.

'We will let you inside shortly.'

Beep

Jessy and I got out of the car and walked inside. There was already a policewoman waiting for us. 'Are you the people that just called?' she asked us. 'Yes', I replied. The policewoman led us into a small, slightly claustrophobic, room. We sat down on some chairs. 'Tell me what's going on' she says. 'Can we call anyone to warn them?' Jessy asks. 'Go ahead, and if possible, bring them here too' the policewoman started. 'Call me Martha' she continues.