She whimpered. “Everything.”
I closed my eyes and did my best not to focus on my anger. But it was hard. I was infuriated with the entire situation that had unfolded, and as Fangs careened the van sharply to the left, we slammed into the wall.
Which caused me to slam my fist against it. “You think you can bruise us up anymore back here, asshole!?”
Fangs shouted right back. “At least you’re alive!”
I rolled my eyes. “Son of a motherfuck.”
Tee snickered. “He does have a point, though. At least we’re alive.”
I rocked her side to side as the world rumbled past us beneath the tires of the van. I wondered where he was taking us. Were we headed to a hospital? Possibly the women’s shelter in town? What I wanted was for him to take us home, but every time I opened my mouth to shoot out our address to him, I stopped myself.
Did I really want someone like him knowing where we lived?
I looked down at my hands and they were covered in blood. Blood from the bodies of men that Fangs had killed. No, I didn’t want someone like him knowing where we lived. So, I kept my mouth shut and hoped with all of my might that we were headed somewhere that could keep us safe.
Until my sister’s breathing grew ragged.
“Tee? You okay?”
She struggled for air. “I—I don’t know. It’s—it’s like—”
She cleared her throat, but that only seemed to make it worse. So, I balled up my fist and banged on the partition between us and Fangs.
“Something’s happening, she’s not okay!” I exclaimed.
“Jay?” she asked softly.
And when I looked back down at her, her hand was covered in fresh blood. It dripped along my skin, slinking down my arm as my eyes widened.
“Fangs!” I shrieked. “She’s bleeding! And it’s bad!”
The car whipped to the left as the tires squealed beneath us. “Hold on, we’re almost there!”
“Almost where!?”
I clung to my sister, murmuring prayers up to any God listening and begged for mercy. I just needed a bit of mercy for my sister. A bit of good to counteract the hellish couple of weeks we had endured. I felt around on my sister’s body, trying to find where she was bleeding from. If I could put enough pressure on the wound, maybe I could stop it. Maybe I could—
“Ugh,” Theresa groaned.
Her face paled. “Faaaaaaaaang!”
As if my scream itself had given the van a life of its own, it skidded to a stop. Something like rocks crunched beneath the tires. Maybe gravel? And as a door slammed open, I listened to hurried footsteps as they scrambled around the side of the van.
Before sunlight blinded us as Fangs tossed open the van doors.
“Goose!” Fangs bellowed. “Goose! Get your ass out here! We need help!”
I furrowed my brow. “Why the fuck are you calling for a bird!?”
He shot me a look as he outstretched his arms toward us. “Give me your sister.”
I held her closer to my body. “Where are we?”
“Just give her to me. We don’t have much time.”
“Where the fuck are we!?” I screamed.
