Page 70 of The Ranger
“Help!!!”I scream, and one of them slaps me hard.
“Who are you?Don’t do this.I’m—”
More foreign speaking along withshut up or we will kill you.
I go silent, shaking with utter fear while the other man says something short and sharp.Then my body is lifted.
“Pregnant?”the first guy replies in English.
“Yes, I’m pregnant, you piece of shit,” I yell, but they don’t seem to care as a piece of tape is slapped over my mouth, and a bag roughly pulled over my head.
Then I’m carried through the house.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.I’m going to suffocate and my baby die.
Cole!
I fight for my life as the cool night air hits my skin, telling me we are outside.I hear a dog bark, then the sliding door sounds.
Panting, my veins fill with terror as I try to scream and wriggle as much as my almost full-term body allows.
Stay calm.
I have to stay calm for the baby.I do not want to deliver or, worse, miscarry.
I can’t see anything.It’s dark, cold, and I’m shivering when the door slides shut with a final sounding bang.
Tears pool in my eyes as I tuck my legs up and wrap my arms around the baby against the cold metal floor.
Cole.
Help me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
COLE
