PinkLuvr689: Same girl.
Junes#1Fan: Scared of things that go bump in the night?
“Glad it’s not just me.” I smile, ignoring the last comment. You know what they say. It takes all kinds to make the world go round.
Stella pulls out her keys and clicks the locks. The headlights flash, and the doors unlock with athunk.
“Alright, loves,” I start, walking around to the passenger side. “I’m gonna call it a night. Make sure to tune in tomorrow afternoon for my full Midnight Movie Madness recapandmy updated list of MAC dupes.” I blow a kiss to the camera. “Love you guys! Sweet dreams!”
The comments flood with hearts and wishes to have a good night as I end the livestream.
“That was so much fun,” Stella says around a yawn.
My heart feels full. “Wasn’t it?” I love nights like these with my girls. It’sChicken Soupfor my soul.
Unzipping my purse, I drop my phone inside, then look over the top of the car at Stella. “Feel like a Taco Hell run?”
Her lips turn up. “You read my mind. I’m starving.”
I reach for the door handle, mentally cheering that we’re grabbing tacos before going back to my place when a black van comes out of nowhere. It speeds through the empty lot, then comes to a screeching halt in front of Stella’s car.
My brows hit my hairline. “What the?—?”
The side door flies open, and a man in a black ski mask hops out.
A chill licks down my spine. God no. This can’t be happening.
The world slows down to a crawl as I watch him look from me to Stella. His gaze holds for the longest heartbeat, and then he’s moving.
Fear like I’ve never felt before wraps around me. “Stella, run!”
Her terror filled gaze swings to me. She has no time to react, it happens that fast. One second she’s standing in the door of the car, and the next he’s got an arm around her waist and a hand over her mouth.
Now the fight is on.
Stella bucks her hips and thrashes wildly, trying to get out of his hold.
Panic courses through my veins. I have to do something.
Adrenaline propels me forward. I sprint around the front of the car, my heart thundering in my chest. The masked man is dragging Stella toward the van, her feet kicking uselessly against the pavement.
“Let her go!” I scream, my voice piercing the night air.
I grab onto his arm and yank as hard as I can. “Let go of my friend!”
The element of surprise works in my favor. His grip on Stella loosens just enough that she manages to twist away, falling to her knees on the asphalt.
“Suka!” he snarls, the word laced with a heavy Russian accent.
Before I can even process what’s happening, his hands are around my throat and he’s squeezing for all he’s worth. My hands fly to his wrists, clawing desperately as my lungs burn for air.
“Get off her!” Stella tries to pull him off me, but he’s too strong.
Just as I’m starting to think that this is it, this is how I’m going to die, a single thought flashes in my mind.
My purse. I have mace in my purse.
With one hand clawing at his grip, I fumble blindly with the zipper and manage to get it open.
