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I turn onto the highway, headed out of town, and suddenly, something hits me from behind.
With a gasp, I look in the rearview mirror and see the red Mercedes.
“What the fuck?”
They ram me again and then zoom up beside me and side-swipe me, pushing me off the highway altogether. I scream as my SUV plummets into the ditch and then head-first into a tree.
I’m dizzy, looking around, and see that the tiny car also hit a tree, and whoever is driving isn’t moving.
Oh, God. I have to call for help. But I’m so dizzy.
I’m so…dizzy.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
JAKE WILD
Ican’t believe I forgot my practice bag at home this morning. I had to drive all the way out to the ranch to fetch it after school and then all the way back to town for practice. We don’t have a game tonight; instead, it’s tomorrow, so I can’t miss this practice. If I do, I won’t get to play tomorrow, and I love playing too much to have to sit out.
Aside from Dad and the ranch, football is the best thing in my life right now.
I don’t really mind the drive in and out of town every day. I love my truck, and driving it is totally legit, so it’s all good.
I’m almost to town when I see Polly’s car, and I can’t help but smile. I sure love her. I wonder when Dad’s going to figure out that he does, too, and finally ask her to marry him. Just when I raise my hand to wave, a red car zooms up next to her and pushes Polly off the road.
I check the mirror before slamming on my brakes and flip around to rush over to Polly.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
She can’t be hurt. What the fuck did that idiot do that for? Oh, shit, she has to be okay.
As I push out of my truck, I call 9-1-1.
“I just saw an accident,” I begin. “Two cars.”
I give all the details and whip the door of Polly’s car open.
“She’s unconscious,” I say, feeling fear and panic rising in me. “Oh, shit, she’s unconscious. Help!”
“Okay, it’s okay. Feel her neck. Is there a pulse?”
I press my fingers to Polly’s neck and almost cry in relief.
“Yeah, there is. Yeah.”
“Good. I have an ambulance on the way. How is the person in the other car?”
“They’re looking around,” I reply with a scowl. “It’s a woman, and she’s looking around.”
“Stay there until the first responders arrive.”
“I’m not leaving.” I hang up and immediately dial my dad’s number.
“Hey, buddy, did you forget something else?”
“It’s Polly.” I lick my lips. “It’s bad, Dad.”
“Where are you?” His voice is hard now, like he gets when something is really serious, and I can hear him running through the house.
