he shakes his head slowly , brings his hand away from the steering wheel , and puts his finger on my throat and draws a line down to my chest where he can probably feel my heart beating rapidly . the more time that passes by , the more my reality begins to sink in . people that different didnt belong together anyway . `` you know what mrs. d said to me last week ? '' her work was just too important . chapter four she could have f**king died . 