Pick Your Poison 2 (Drugs)

You smile to yourself and get into the girl's car. As you buckle your seatbelt, you ask her, "What's your name, anyway?" She smiles and says, "Rebekkah. You can call me Bekka." "Rebekkah," you think. "Rebekkah." "That's a beautiful name," you say to her out loud. "Thanks," she says, "But I'm not very fond of it. It was my grandmother's name, and after she died, everytime I told someone my name, I cringed because I missed her so much." "I'm sorry," you say, looking down. "No, don't feel bad," Bekka says to you. "It's over now. I'm OK." She pauses for a moment and there is silence in the car. "Well," she finally says. "I'd better get you home. I'm sure that your parents will be more than a little bit worried about you." "OK, you're probably right." you reply. Bekka starts upu her car, and you hear the door to the house slam. You look out your window to see that....is coming towards you.