It felt like hours before the car slowed to a jarring stop. I bounced in my seat.
There was blood splattered on my clothes as I tried to take stock of what happened. Shattered glass was stuck in my hair.
Zachariah groaned in pain, his head laid against his broken window. The door was smashed inward I noticed as I glanced over him. Blood poured from the gash in his head. His arm had a piece of thick glass stuck right below the elbow.
My own arm felt numb, now that I thought of it.
Looking down, I saw my arm at an awkward angle, the pain instantly hitting me like a semi-truck.
“Vidie,” Zachariah groaned out, calling for me.
I couldn’t answer as I sat frozen. What was I to do? I froze in shock and fear.
As the seconds ticked by, my head began to throb in time with my heart. Bile rose in my throat as sirens reached my ears from the distance. Then, there was yelling. Shouting. Lights.
“Answer me!” Zachariah shouted.
The was a pop, like a silencer on a gun would give off. The small little sound among so many others caused my gut to drop to my feet and the bile to completely disappear as the fear took hold of my body.
I could hardly keep my eyes opened as I looked out my window as the mess that was made. Another car that had smoke leaking from under the hood wasn’t all that far away, the front angled towards me. There stood a man in a black mask, hiding his face, holding a gun in his hand, aiming at me. Or was it aimed at Zachariah?
Oh God! Where are you?
Another crack echoed in my ears as the pain hit me tenfold.
Then . . . . nothing all at once.
