We’re in the middle of nowhere, it’s literally a graveyard for old trucks, machinery, and shipping containers. The perfect hiding place. Junk yards like this are a great place to hide people, too.
We’re in front, with the MC behind us, and I’m driving Hally’s truck. It feels like we’ve been on this fucking dirt road for a century, and I’m going as fast as this baby can go. My palms feel like they’re permanently attached to this wheel.
Hally is literally hanging onto her seat as I push the truck as fast as I can.
Guilt sweeps over me for everything, not just what I put her through, but lying as well. I can’t fucking believe this. Now my baby, my one true love, is in danger, and this could be our last hope of finding her.
She’s still alive,I tell myself.I would know if she wasn’t.
I don’t know why, but it’s strangely comforting having Hally next to me, even if she is gripping onto her seat for dear life.
“Haze?” she says, and I blink, lost in my own thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“Are you still with me?”
I glance at her quickly. “What do you mean, I’m right here, ain’t I?”
“I said your name like three times.”
“I’m thinkin’.”
“It’s gonna be okay, you know. Willow is… well, she’s a mentor and an amazing woman. If anyone can get through this, you know it’s gonna be her.”
“You pep talkin’ me now, too?”
“Well, someone has to, your driving leaves little to the imagination.”
“Now you’re gonna criticize my drivin’?” I shake my head, rounding the corner. “You want me to stick to the speed limit while I try to rescue my wif?—”
“Oh, my god!”
My eyes widen as I focus on the chaos in front of us. In the distance, a truck flies through the air, crashing at full speed. Right behind, two guys are running, firing guns.
“Holy shit,” Hally says. “Haze, step on it!”
I push the pedal farther down, cursing under my breath. Somehow I know deep down that it’s Willow.
The back of the truck is on fire. “Fuck!” I curse.
“Plan! We need a plan!”
“Get out the fuckin’ window and start shootin’,” I bark.
“Even if we don’t know who they are? What if they’re?—”
“They’re not good guys. Here, take the wheel.”
“No, I’ve got it. I can do this.” Hally pushes the window button and slides out until half her body is out the truck. Then she fires. She hits one guy, and he falls to the ground, the other takes cover.
Then I hear more gunfire approaching.
Everything happens so fast, and I can’t make out who is in the truck because the impact smashed the front end as it lays on its side.
We come to a screeching halt as Hally slumps back into the chair. “Holy fuck,” she says.
“You hit?”
