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I stopped checking over things and pressed down on his stomach. Phil moaned when I touched his right side. When John got into the driver seat, I called out, “John, maybe appendicitis.”
“All right. We’re heading to the right place to get that fixed.”
Phil groaned again as John started to drive.
“Phil, are you hurting anywhere else?”
“Head… just, just give me something to take the pain away.”
I was already reaching for the pain relief when I paused. “Let me check your stomach once again. Appendix is on the left, so tell me if it hurts.” I pressed on his left and he groaned. Phil was lying. Thinning my lips, I caught John’s gaze in the mirror.
“Give me something,” Phil ordered. “Anything. Just make it go away.”
“How much have you had to drink?” I asked.
“Doesn’t matter. Give me drugs.” He glared up at me.
Just as I looked at the restraints, Phil reacted. He punched the side of my head, and I instantly saw stars. The vehicle swerved, and I heard John cry out.
“Pull over, pull over,” Phil ordered.
I blinked repeatedly and wondered why John was moaning. When my focus cleared, I saw Phil raise a knife and stab it down into John.
“No!” I cried and lunged for Phil. He turned and kicked out, but I managed to get my arms around his waist and take him to the floor.
“—under attack. Help,” I heard John say and prayed the call went through.
A sharp pain to my lower back had me sucking in a breath and my grip on Phil loosening. My head was jerked backwards by my hair, and he pressed the knife under my throat.
His stale breath washed over my face when he said, “Get me all the drugs you have in here.”
“O-Okay,” I whispered. Panic clutched at my heart. My body shook, my pulse feeling like it wanted to leap from my skin.Calm down and think, Maya, think.“J-Just let me check on John and—” I whimpered as he slid the sharp edge down the side of my face.
“Now, bitch. I want it all now.” He shoved me back and pointed his knife down at me. “Move.”
Nodding, I got to my knees and went to the locked drawers. I grabbed a garbage bag to lay on the floor between my knees. My hands shook and I fumbled with the keys as I tried to unlock the first one. I needed to go slow. John called for help. They’d be here soon. Right?
John.
A sob caught in my throat as tears welled.
Please be all right. Please.
I cried out when I was suddenly knocked forward from a hit to the back. “Hurry up, bitch.”
My head throbbed, but I managed a nod, biting my bottom lip to try and control myself. I couldn’t lose it. I couldn’t break. John needed me. I had to help him.
“M-Maya,” I heard from John. He sounded weak, tired.
“I-I’m okay,” I called. I didn’t want him to worry, to try and help me. “I’m all right.” I heard him shifting up front and then he groaned. “John, please, you just stay there.” I grabbed whatever my hands landed on and dumped them into the bag. Drugs weren’t worth getting us killed over. I had to get Phil out of here as soon as—
Sirens sounded in the distance. I froze for a second and glanced at Phil.
“Fuck,” he spat. “They heard his call. Fuck.” He turned John’s way.
“No,” I cried. When Phil faced me again, I held the bag out. “Take it and go.Please.”
His jaw clenched. “Open the doors and get out.”
