Tess
This can’t be happening again. No, it can’t be.
I kick and scream as two men wearing black masks drag me out to a car, one with their hand covering my mouth, muting my screams. Blaze… I need to know he’s okay. From the blow to the head they gave him, it’s no wonder he’s not running to my aid. Fear for him fills me, the way he went down and didn’t move. I know he was knocked unconscious, and just hope he’ll be okay.
The side door of a black SUV opens up and I’m thrown into the back while the other two men head for the front seats. They take off their masks and I recognize them instantly. Snake and another member of the Forseekers. Snake’s in the passenger seat and looks over his shoulder at me. “Your old man wants a word, Teresa. Told him we’d come get you.”
“Let me go!” I scream and shout, trying to get someone outside of the cars attention.
. “Sorry, no can do,” the other guy says. From the back of the SUV, all I can see is his shaved head, a large tattoo of a spider covering the back of it. He pulls out a gun and turns to point it at me. “You keep screaming like that, and you’re gonna force me to shoot you in the leg to shut you the fuck up.”
I ignore him and turn to Snake. “Snake, please, you need to let me go,” I beg. I’m looking straight at him, but he doesn’t look at me, turning instead to stare out the window. Then the tires screech as the SUV takes off. I can’t go through this again, I can’t….
“Sorry, Teresa, orders are orders, and now that Viper’s in the ground, your father’s looking for a new president to fill his shoes. I gotta prove I’m that someone,” Snake states.
Anger and frustration take hold of me, and I slide closer to the door, trying desperately to open it, but it’s not working.
“You ain’t going nowhere, bitch. Child locks,” the guy driving explains, letting out an evil laugh.
I don’t know what comes over me then, but I absolutely refuse to put up with this shit anymore. I’m done being a victim, it’s time I stood up for myself.
I look at Snake, who’s now tapping away on his phone, and without thinking twice, I quickly move forward and scratch at the driver’s face. I dig my newly manicured nails into his eyeballs, and gag at the feel of his blood or eyeball juice dripping down my fingers. I don’t stop, though, even when he screams at the pain I’m inflicting.
The vehicle loses control, and Snake tries to pull me off the driver, but the swerve of the car has him holding on for dear life. I look through the windscreen and see that we’re about to crash into a fence, and on the other side of that fence is a cliff that drops off into the ocean. I brace myself for the impact, and then it happens—we hit hard, causing me to jerk forward, slamming me brutally against the back of the driver’s seat. Instantly it feels like the wind’s been knocked out of me, and I struggle to breathe. I’m flung into the air, and my back hits the roof of the SUV as the vehicle flips and crashes onto the ground, skidding along the grass-studded dirt at an alarming rate toward the edge of the cliff.
The windows and windscreen of the car shatter, and shards of glass fly through the air, cutting the skin on my face and body. I try to protect myself, but I can’t, my hands forced to brace myself as we continue to hurtle down the mountain, the car gaining momentum.
I cry out, when my leg gets stuck under one of the seats, and then my head slams into the metal of a doorway with a sickening thud when we suddenly hit the water.
The car’s now upside down, and we’re sinking fast. My body is sore and weak, and I can taste blood. My head hurts like crazy, and I carefully reach up and touch it, finding blood dripping down my fingers when I pull them away. I panic as the car starts to flood with water through the broken windows and we begin to sink. I try to move, but my leg just won’t budge. I scream for help, but no one is there to help me.
“Snake!!” I shout one last time, before the water reaches my face and the car sinks deeper into the ocean.