Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Heart racing, I kick harder and harder, until finally it springs open. I move quickly, twisting and shoving my body, groaning in pain as I get out of the car and slowly push up to my feet. I don’t think, I start hobbling away, desperate to climb the bank and get out of here. It takes all my effort to climb, but I do it, my fingers clawing at the dirt as I scurry my way to the top.
Just as I step up and over the ledge, I see a car has come to a stop and a man is coming toward the accident site. His eyes are wide with concern, especially when he notices me.
“Oh shit. Ma’am, are you okay?”
Staring behind me, I see him, crawling up the side with the gun in his hand.
My heart skips a beat.
No.
“We need to go,” I whisper frantically. “Now. Now. Please.”
The man looks confused, and for a moment, he just stands there.
I want to scream but instead, I hurry towards him, my arms frantically waving around to get him to understand what I’m saying.
This isn’t safe.
“There is a man back there and he’s dangero...”
I’m cut off when the man standing on the side of the road goes pale, and his hands go up. I know, I just know, that Gerard has made it up and is pointing the gun at this poor innocent onlooker. Turning slowly, I see Gerard standing, bleeding from a deep wound on his head, pointing the gun at the man.
“Put your keys on the ground and walk away. I won’t kill you. If you fight me, I will.”
The mans eyes dart to me, then back to Gerard.
He shakily pulls his keys out and drops them onto the ground.
“Turn and walk. Do not look back. I can easily find out who you are from your car. If you say a single word, I will come after you. Believe me, I’m not the kind of person you want on your back. I can and will kill everyone you love. If anyone asks, you got carjacked and you didn’t see the man. Your car will show up for you somewhere by tomorrow.”
He does as he’s told, and with every step away from us, my soul breaks a little. Gerard watches him leave, then turns the gun to me. “Get in the car. Right fucking now.”
With shaky legs, I get into the poor stranger’s car.
A minute later, Gerard is in, and his foot is on the pedal. This time he keeps the gun on me. “One fucking move, I’ll blow your brains out.”
I stare out the window as we pass the man. He turns to look at us, and I mouth help, but I know it’s no use.
There is nothing he can do.
I’m fucking trapped.
WE ARRIVE AT AN OLD, burned down house about two hours later.
I don’t know what direction we’re going in, I’m not familiar with this area so I can’t keep track. All I know is we’re not going back home, instead we’re here, at some vacant lot with no one around. The house, or what was once a house, is surrounded by woodland as far as the eye can see.
It’s basically a pile of burned timber, but behind it, there is a barn.
It looks run down and the roof sags, but it’s upright enough to be noticeable behind what’s left of the house.
I don’t know why he brought me here, is it because it’s quiet and secluded? It looks like nobody has been down this road for a long time, let alone come near this house. I stare at it and my body has gone into some kind of shock, because I can’t think clearly. All I can do is stare out the windscreen, my mind blank.
“Get out.”
Gerard gets out of the car, but never once does he move that gun from my direction. I should attempt to run - at the very least I might be able to dodge him. I turn and glance out my window as I put my hand on the handle, and I can see the woods surrounding this place are thick and would be easy to hide in. All I have to do is run and pray I miss the bullet that he fires.
The piercing sound of a gunshot ringing out has me screaming in shock, my hands darting to my ears as they ring from how close it landed.
Lodged in the car right beside my head, is a bullet.
A threat.
A warning.
“Don’t even fucking think about it. The next one won’t miss.”
On shaky legs, I get out of the car and walk around the front, fighting back the urge to scream and cry. With every step closer to that run down old barn, is one further away from freedom. I don’t know how Spike will ever find me here, and I sure as hell don’t know how I’m going to get away.