AllFreeNovel
Share Us
But . . . I’m also not willing to die for him.
“Pull over.” Ian freezes when the cold steel presses to his temple. I can see the vein fluttering in his forehead as the reality of the situation sets in.
“You aren’t going to shoot me. We’re going seventy on the freeway.”
“There’s a lot of things I used to think I wouldn’t do, Ian. Pull. The fuck. Over.”
He shakes his head, pulling off to another highway that will take us outside the city limits. The cars are less here, the streetlights further apart. He doesn’t slow down, but I can see his fingers flex on the steering wheel. Like he’s going to try something.
“Ian, don’t make me shoot you.”
He runs his tongue over his teeth.
And then he jerks around and reaches for the gun.
I pull on the trigger and the sound ricochets around the car. Glass shatters and something warm and wet hits my face and slips down as the car skitters along the highway. My ears ring,my head spinning, as I struggle for the wheel, but his foot is on the gas and we aren’t slowing down.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, we come to a crash against a dirt bank and the car topples over, crashing onto its roof and lurching me sideways. My head hits something, but I don’t feel the pain as the adrenaline courses through me and the car crumples around us.
And finally, we come to a stop.
I can’t look at Ian. I know he’s dead. My hands are cut from the glass in the car, and the roof is caved in a bit. Everything is upside down and the car is smoking from under the hood. The airbags went off and smoke leaks from them, invading my lungs and cutting off my oxygen supply.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I have no idea where Melissa’s phone is and there’s fluid leaking from under the hood. I don’t know how badly I’m injured, but a car is approaching, so I unbuckle myself and nearly fall on my face.
Slipping through the broken window is a painful experience. My limbs ache as the adrenaline wears off and I’m covered in blood and bits of Ian which makes everything worse. I don’t even know where the gun is.
I crawl out into the dirt and suck in deep breaths of air, the smoke from the airbag burning my throat as I cough.
“Look what we have here,” a sickening voice says above me.
I freeze, sputtering as tears burn in my eyes.
When I look up, it’s into the eyes of Cortez.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he snickers, eyes dark and full of malice.
I suck in a deep breath, through the blood on my face. At this point, I don’t even know if it’s mine or Ian’s.
“Oh, fuck.”
Mason
Something’s wrong.
I know it the moment I open my eyes.
My eyes flicker and I gaze around the room, disoriented at first because I forgot we came to Mom’s last night. Three in the morning. Reaching out for Hannah, my chest tightens. She’s not there.
And then an iciness slips through my veins.
She’s not fucking there.
Instantly, I’m wide awake, sitting up to look around the room. Nothing is moved. Her bag’s still on the floor where we left it. Fuck, her perfume still lingers in the air, like she was just here.
