The world outside became a blur of darkness and chaos. The screeching of tires merged with the howling wind, creating a symphony of fear and uncertainty. Finally, with a heart-wrenching thud, the car came to a halt, crashing into what I assumed was a wall. I don't know. I couldn't see a thing, not just because of the haze surrounding us—my eyes were shut, and I was too scared to open them yet.
My body jerked forward, restrained by the seat belt, as my heart pounded.
Silence enveloped us, broken only by the sound of rain pelting against the dented exterior. A minute went by, then minutes, and I slowly peeled my eyes open. I turned to Logan, my eyes wide with shock and concern. His face lacked his usual composure and now mirrored my own fear. We locked eyes, and the worry stretched across his features.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice loaded with concern as he unfastened his seat belt and reached over to me.
I swallowed hard, allowing myself a moment to gather my thoughts and steady my trembling body. After a deep breath, I managed a reassuring nod. "I think so," I answered, my voice still quivering. "Are you…Okay?" I threw the question back at him and took a long look at him. He looked a mess, his hair disheveled and scattered all over his face.
"I think so," he replied and leaned back in his seat, looking slightly relieved. He turned his attention back to me, his hair followed, laying aside and revealing his pale face. His gaze was earnest as he stared at me, "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, his concern refusing to waiver.
Once again, I nodded, this time with a bit more conviction. "Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry," I reassured him, finding some comfort in his concern. It felt like he cared, and for some reason, it felt good despite our current situation.
"I'm glad you're okay," his voice was soothing.
"Likewise," I mouthed, and our eyes locked briefly. I looked away, "What the hell happened?" I blurted, glancing through the window and seeing nothing through the heavy rain and lingering mist surrounding us.
"I would say we crashed," he replied, his words infused with a touch of sarcasm, as he wiped the fogged windshield from the inside.
I groaned audibly enough for him to hear. "I know, but how? The road looked fine when we saw—"
"We hardly saw it," he cut me off sharply. "The lightning lasted for a minute. It wasn't enough to assess the road thoroughly."
I nodded slowly. He had a point. "Do you think we are still on the highway?"
"I'm not sure, but I think we probably changed course. I can't see a damn thing in this fog," he answered with a tinge of frustration.
"Neither can I," I whispered. "We should call for help," I said and searched for my handbag, finding it beneath the seat. I pulled out my phone, and the minute I glanced at the screen, my heart sank.
"Fuck!"
"What?"
"No cell network," I answered, my frustration growing. Cassie flashed through my mind.
Logan took out his phone from his pocket. "Same, we are clearly in a dead area." He flashed the screen in my face before returning it to his pocket.
"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know. We might have to wait for the storm to calm," he said.
And it doesn't look like it will stop anytime soon."
"Great," I grumbled. "And we don't even know where we are or how bad the crash is?" I was on the verge of breaking down. Everything was a mess.
Logan reached for the car key and made an attempt to ignite the engine, but it didn't budge. He tried again, the car's engine revved, echoing through the air, yet it stubbornly refused to start. "Damn it!"
"What's wrong?" I asked, a pang of worry shooting through me as I watched him.
"The car won't start. The crash must have damaged it somehow. Fuck!" he groaned.
"What!" I exclaimed, panic seizing me. "This can't be happening, this can't be happening," I chanted, swallowing down hard. "You never should have sped up earlier."
Logan jerked his head towards me, his eyes aflame. His voice was stern as he spoke. "Are you fucking blaming me right now!" he snapped.
Chapter Twenty
Logan