“Fuck that shit. We’re going out to the bar, Bliss.”
“No.”
“You’re such a fucking bitch!” he yells at me as I stalk towards his car in the parking lot. I tug on the handle.
“Unlock the door and either let me drive myself home or you drive.”
He comes around to my side of the car, his face livid. He unlocks the car and all but pushes me inside the passenger seat, slamming the car door shut repeatedly, over and over again. I scream at him to stop, but he doesn’t, not for a while. I tuck myself inside the car so that I don’t get caught in the door. Mylimbs lock up with fear and I stay frozen as he gets into the driver’s seat.
Move,my mind whispers to me.Get out.But I can’t move, can barely think.
Jordan starts the car and peels off, going way, way too fast. I’m too scared to tell him to slow down, worried it’ll make him go even faster.
My magic floats to the surface in a thin fog, wanting to ease his anger, subdue him into a pleasant calm energy. But I don’t unleash it. My powers aren’t strong enough to overpower him. They rarely have been.
The one time I was able to seduce him, it brought out this really gentle side of him. We had sex and it was one of my most favorite times together. But after he was angry, feeling like I’d somehow duped him.
And I was punished for it. He gave me the cold shoulder. Ignored me for a week and then made me feel crazy, like I’d manipulated him.
So I push down my magic. I know it’ll only make it worse.
I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself as we approach a bridge.
It’s been raining all week on and off and the roads are slick. I grip the door handle with my right hand and the edge of the seat with my left hand.
He sees it out of the corner of his eye and pushes down further on the gas pedal, muttering something to himself.
I don’t look at the speedometer, but I guess we’re going about seventy miles per hour.
On a residential street.
We’re almost to the bridge, and Jordan swerves around a sedan going the speed limit.
I shut my eyes. Moments later I open them. Mercifully, we’ve crossed to the other side of the bridge.
“Jordan,” I whisper. “Please, please slow down.”
It’s a mistake.
He lifts his foot off the gas and at first I think I’ve gotten through to him. Then he guns it again.
I let out a scream as we hit a wide puddle of water. The feeling of the tires no longer making contact with the pavement throw my stomach into chaos.
We hydroplane over the puddle that’s closer to the size of a small pond, and I feel the moment Jordan loses control of the car.
The back of the car starts swinging around, turning us.
I scream as in seconds the car spins around. A concrete wall comes out of nowhere, crashing into my side of the car.
I don’t feel the impact.
I wake up with a pounding in my head, my bedroom coming into focus. Something pricks my neck and a weight shifts on top of me.
I groan, trying to push the thing off me.
How did I get here? What happened last night?
I catch sight of the window and my confusion increases. It’s pitch black outside. Still night time.
