“You’re not gonna make it!” Naomi screamed.
“I’m going to fucking make it!” I snarled, trying to push the pedal down further despite the fact that it was already on the floor.
We both ended up beingkindof right. We made it there before they could fully block us, but I clipped one of the cars as I went by, causing the wagon to fishtail.
“FUCK!” I snarled, fighting the steering wheel as it tried to rip out of my grip. Tires squealed, and there was a slow-motion moment where I was pretty sure the car caught air.
And then…
We were rolling.
Scrrrrrrreeeechhhhh!
CRUNCH, POP, CRASH!
Glass rained down around me like a thousand tiny bullets, and I felt my collarbone break as my seat belt snapped across my chest. Both airbags exploded, and I regretted telling Naomi to get low as it slammed directly into her face.
Her screams were abruptly cut off as the car rolled, and fear like I had never experienced before exploded through me.
“NAOMI!” I could barely hear my voice as I screamed her name, though the car didn’t seem to be moving anymore. Taylor Swift’s‘Shake It Off’was blaring through the speakers, and it felt like a cruel taunt.
There was a ringing in my ears that told me my body was going into shock.
I couldn’t go into shock. I needed to get to fucking Naomi.
The car had landed on the passenger side door, and I couldn’t see her. The airbags deflated, and she was obscured by the white material.
I tried to move the airbag, but pain screamed up my arm, reminding me of thesnapI’d felt earlier.
Fuck, this was bad. This was so fucking bad.
“Naomi!”I was screaming. Every time I screamed her name and she didn’t answer, I grew more and more panicked.
I fumbled to release my seatbelt with the hand that still worked, half hoping I could get free, half worried that I would crush my sister if I released the belt and fell.
Suddenly, the driver’s side door opened, and a man in full SWAT gear appeared. He was wearing a ballistic helmet, tactical goggles, and a balaclava. There was no way I could identify him.
I was trapped with only one working arm, still fighting against the shock, when he stuck a needle into my neck and injected me with some shit that burned.
“You fucking bitch!”I snarled, knowing the game was already over.
My vision quickly started to go blurry, and all I could do was pray that Naomi had successfully dropped a pin to Vox.
Though, even if he found the car, I had a feeling we would be long gone by the time he got here.
“He’s with the girl! Help me pull him out; we’ll need to extract her next.”
Fuck.
Whatever the man had injected me with was working fast. I knew I only had a few seconds left before I was passed out.
Would they kill me?
At least if they did, I now knew Ryan could see dead people… Could I find him as a ghost and tell him where they were keeping Naomi?
Wait.
Ryan’s words from earlier rang through my mind.
