Chapter 9: Sister of Satan

< Shirley > "Woman, you are going to kill me!" Dylan hollered. "Don't worry. If you die, I'll also die along with you. You'll be lucky to have me as your partner in death. After all, not everyone gets the chance." I winked at him while taking a harsh turn. His head was about to bump into the dashboard if not for his hands shielding himself. Dylan settled in his seat more firmly, determined to stick there until the vehicle came to a stop. I let out a chorus of enthusiastic cheers as I took another rash turn. Even though I was a great driver, I was loving how he could actually die today. By that point, Dylan was probably sure that I had a screw loose—which I wouldn't deny completely. For a second I shifted my gaze at Dylan, who was muttering something. I couldn't hear the entire thing but caught on to the last part, which was probably the funniest, "... May I rest in peace." Man, I didn't know I could get a reaction out of him like this just by driving like the insane person that I