I clawed my way back to the front of the truck.
“Come on, please,” I whispered as I felt around.
My blood trickled into my eyes.
I wiped it away and smeared it all over the floorboard.
Because if I died tonight, I was making sure someone knew I had been in this fucking vehicle.
Just as my hand wrapped around something that felt like I should tug, I heard gunfire. I screamed out as bullets tinged off the surface of the vehicle. The car whipped around, slamming me against the wall and away from what I was grasping.
“No, no, no, no,” I whispered as I dug my nails into the carpet of the trunk and tried pulling myself forward again.
Only to find that I had really pulled myself to the back of the trunk.
Fuck, I couldn’t even see well enough to get my?—
“What the fuck!?” a man cried out.
The gunfire exchanged itself for something else. Something different. Something that I didn’t recognize. The car swerved, tossing me around until I had no idea what side of the trunk I was on. Metal crunched, the sound sending goosebumps fleeing across my body like nails on a fucking chalkboard.
And then, we flipped.
Head over heels.
I tucked into a ball and began to pray. I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening. I didn’t know where I was, or who took me, or why someone would take me in the first place.
What about my boss?
Of course, you’d think about work at a time like this.
We tumbled until I was sure my body slammed against every single surface the trunk had to offer. And then, the tumbling just… stopped. The car rocked. It slammed down onto its tires so hard that the damn thing bounced. Glass shattered. Metal continued to buckle. I laid there, waiting for the roof of the trunk to cave in and decapitate me. We had to be tumbling down a ravine of some sort. Had we gotten into an accident?
Maybe I could find the trunk release thingy now?
I was so disoriented. I felt sick to my stomach. Blood trickled down to my lips and I spit a few times, trying to wipe it away. Ibrought my hand to my face, and it was shaking. My hip ached as if it were on fire. And my head. Good God, it felt like my head was going to explode.
But the sound of a revving engine pulled me out of the recesses of my aching mind.
I heard the sound of leaves crunching. Someone running. There were gunshots, but they didn’t sound like the other gunshots I heard. They were… smaller? No, not smaller. What’s the word?
Softer?
Thwip-thwip.
I didn’t have a chance to wrap my brain around anything before moonlight spilled onto me. The blue hue illuminated the trunk, and for the first time, I saw where I was. Sort of. In a way. If I would have tried to look around. But my brain could only focus on the shadow hovering above me, shrouded in moonlight like a halo.
But then a hand reached out for me.
And I fought.
I fought with everything I had, which honestly wasn’t much. I fought like my life depended on it, but to be honest, was my life really worthy of that much? God, I was so tired. How the hell was I so tired after sleeping the day away? The person I fought against wrangled me easily out of the trunk. I flailed my limbs and went dead weight in his arms, hoping that I could find a pressure point to ram my fucking elbow into if I could just slither away.
Maybe I could still get out of this.
Maybe I still had a chance.
Maybe—
