The Selfish One - 4
Wilson held his breath. He clutched the edge of the seat. Horrid thoughts of him being brutally murdered by the officer started swarming his mind. This seemed ironic to him considering that just a couple of hours ago he was about to jump off a bridge. ‘Why has he brought me here?’ he thought, ‘What could be the reason? There is nothing out here! The street is a dead-end.’ The officer rapped the glass pane sharply. He beckoned him to come out. Wilson bent down pretending to tie his shoelaces to buy time. To his horror, the door swung wide open. “Come out!” said the officer, his voice bordering on irritation. “We do not have all day.” With no choice left, Wilson scrambled out of the car and stood rooted next to the door. He did not even dare to move his feet an inch. “Where are we?” asked Wilson, trying to control his voice from trembling. “You will see,” said the officer. Saying this, he turned and started walking to a gap near the end. Wilson peered and ...