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I flicked my mirror up, trying to blind them with their own lights as I floored it again, just to get far enough ahead that I could pull off onto the edge of the road.
“Pass me if you’re in such a hurry,” I grumbled, throwing up a hand.
It wasn’t until the car came to a dead stop right behind mine that panic started to swirl.
A sloshing sensation started in my stomach as I reached over, making sure both locks were engaged, then pushed my foot down on the gas again, peeling off.
Right into another bump in the road that made my heart leap into my throat as my car ground against the pavement for a second before taking off again.
Sure enough, the car was right behind me once more.
“Okay. It’s okay,” I mumbled to myself, knowing I would run into a main drag eventually. And while it was late, there was always somewhere open on the highway. Somewhere I could pull in and lay on my horn to alert someone that there was a problem.
It was going to be okay.
It was probably nothing anyway.
Just a couple of idiot kids thinking they are being funny.
It was a Friday night.
And it was cold out.
There was nothing else to do.
I forced myself to take a deep breath and keep a normal pace so I didn’t screw up my car on one of the many bumps in the road and make it impossible for me to get away.
I debated turning off the road, but that would just drive me deeper into suburban households. Which may or may not be occupied on a Friday night.
It was better to stay the course, not panic, and make it to the highway. I was getting closer and closer.
I was just sucking in another deep breath when the car rammed into mine.
A startled shriek escaped me as I gripped the wheel harder to keep the car straight.
“What the hell?” I gasped, pressing my foot into the gas.
There was no way that was an accident.
We’d been cruising.
There was nothing they swerved to avoid hitting.
They’d just… hit me because they wanted to.
That was terrifying.
I needed to get the hell away from them.
I sped forward, my heartbeat jumped and stuttered erratically and a cold sweat started to slide down my spine.
Adrenaline roared through my bloodstream, my nerves snapping taut, my frantic pulse throbbing everywhere—my throat, fingertips, behind my eyes.
The next impact jolted me sideways. Metal shrieked against metal. My new tires squealed, but held onto the road.
Panic exploded like a live wire.
I pushed the pedal harder, not sure this garbage car was even capable of going any faster.
