“We know,” Jaxon tells us, coming over the line.“What happened?Remember you are on live.”
Paisley takes the phone still gripped in my hand and squeezes it between her thighs to block out sound.“We saw the crab.Then remembered about purchasing another spa location.You know the old antique shop on Market Street?It’s closed down.Has been for a while?I thought maybe it was the perfect location, but it was Black in there.I’m certain there’s a squatter,” she remarks.
I flick my gaze up in the midst of her weird conversation.It only makes sense to me because I was there.Sebastian is the crab.The rest will just sound weird to everyone else.
I see Sebastian sneering through the windscreen of his car when he charges at us.I scream when the car jolts, and I nearly lose control of the steering wheel as the car swerves to the side.
“What just happened?”Landon yells.“Paisley?”
“He hit us,” I shout.“He slammed into the back of us.My car.My fucking car.”
“Record it,” Reid orders.“Fucking record it on the live.Summer, you will be okay, baby.You will be okay.”
He’s going to hit us again.I know it.“Please, someone...”I scream loudly as the car pitches to the side once again.Cars on the other side of the road move out of the way, but I barely miss the parked ones on the left.“He’s going to kill us.”
“No, he won’t,” Reid promises.“We’re coming, baby.We’re coming.”
“Whilst that comforts me, we are fifteen to twenty minutes away from our town’s police station.This little village barely has homes, let alone a police station.We will need to go down a country road in a minute and I don’t like them when I’m not being chased by a maniac,” I state calmly.
“Police are tracking you.I sent them the link to track the car,” Liam announces, sounding further away.
“We will talk about the tracker later,” I grit out as I turn into the road that will lead us out of the village and toward our home town.Paisley reaches over me, keeping her head out of my line of sight.“What are you doing?”
“Putting on your seatbelt,” she whispers, tugging it over my arm.
“Fucking hell, drive, Liam,” Landon roars.“Paisley, put your fucking belt on too.”
“I am,” she promises.“I’m sorry.This is my fault.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I shouldn’t have gone.To...to check out the building.I shouldn’t have antagonised him.Summer told me to call you.I didn’t.I...”
Landon clears his throat.“You were thinking of the future,” he rasps.
“You’re my future,” she hiccups.
Sebastian tries to come in from the side, but I quickly move to the centre, which pisses him off more.He rams into the back corner, jerking the car.The front wheels slide right whilst the back twist left.I tense, glancing in the mirror once more as I straighten the car.If we want to get out of this, I have to do something instead of playing chicken with my car.I have been lucky so far that no car has approached us.It’s only a matter of time.
Six minutes later, Paisley cries out, “Lights.”She points at the road ahead, and not far in front are flashing police lights.“The police.It’s the police.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, when Liam mutters, “There’s a cut off road coming up in just over a mile.”
“Okay...What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means he’s going to get away before the police get to him and you,” Reid groans.“If you can see them, so can he.”
“There’s police behind us,” Paisley informs the group on the other end of the phone.We share a look, before I look away, clenching my eyes closed for a second.“He will be caged in if we—”
“No,” Landon screams.
Paisley gives me the nod and places her hand on my leg.
“Hold on,” I warn and shove my foot down on the brake, closing my eyes as he smashes into the back corner of my car.The car spins out once before it feels like we are airborne.I pray to God that we survive this.
My head smacks against the window next to me as a scream tumbles from my throat.Paisley cries among the sound of tyres spinning on the asphalt.The car rolls down the bank, smashing glass that cuts into me as we descend.
“No, no, no,” I hear screamed and I don’t know who it is over Paisley’s and my own cries of pain.
