I wasnotabout to become the next victim in some horrific crime scene. I’d rather try to get myself free and hurt myself in the process than let that happen. I could survive a broken bone or two.
The road curved ahead, sharper this time. And he had to slow down to make the bend.
It was the perfect time and speed to attempt to swerve the car.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I lunged across the console and grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, yanking it hard to the right, angling us directly toward the snowbank.
The car jerked violently.
“What are you doing?” he shouted, grabbing for control.
Tires screamed against the icy pavement. The back end of his car fishtailed, and the force of the turn was felt deep in my stomach.
He fought me, wrenching the wheel back, but I used my whole body weight, pulling with everything I had left.
The world tilted, and we slammed straight into the snowbank.
The airbags exploded.
CHAPTER 68
Idon’t know how I didn’t go flying through the windshield.
By some miracle, the airbag caught me and threw me back against my seat instead.
After a few disorienting seconds, adrenaline surged through my veins.
All I could think was, get out.
Escape.
Dr. Pike was unconscious, slumped over the steering wheel after hitting his head on impact. I looked over at him for a split second before I fumbled for the door handle.
The car was embedded deep in the snow, packed in tight, and when I tried to shove the door open, it wouldn’t budge.
“No, no, no,” I muttered.
I reached for the keys still in the ignition and yanked them out, then tried smashing one of the keys against the window. The key bounced off uselessly.
I tried again but nothing happened.
“Come on, come on,” I whispered desperately, trying to hit the window harder.
Dr. Pike groaned.
My entire body surged with more panic, and I turned in desperation to rip the headrest from the seat I was in. My hands were shaking so badly I nearly dropped it. I eventually managed to tug it free, and two metal rods stuck out from the bottom.
I sucked in a breath and slammed the metal spikes into the window.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The fourth hit cracked it.
On the fifth strike, it shattered.
