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Desperate, I sucked in a breath and screamed.

It got me nowhere. Save for the car I was in speeding up.

It wasn’t a long ride. And I could barely make any room for my hands when the car suddenly stopped.

The engine stayed on.

Then the car shifted as Gray climbed out, slammed the door, opened the back door, and fiddled around for a minute.

Another slam.

The crunch of footsteps.

I had to run.

It was all I had left to do, right?

I didn’t know where we were, but we couldn’t be far from the trailer park. We hadn’t been driving for very long.

Surely, wherever we were, we couldn’t be far from other people.

I could run and scream until someone helped me.

The trunk popped, making my whole body tense.

The light spilled in, and I looked up in horror as I saw a needle stuck between Gray’s lips.

My lethal dose of heroin.

My death sentence.

But wait.

Was that a siren?

Had someone seen after all? Me being dragged around, thrown into a trunk, hauled away?

Or, maybe, had Melissa had a change of heart?

Had she called it in?

That seemed less likely, but the siren did seem to be coming closer.

“Fuck,” Gray murmured around the needle in his mouth as he looked at my exposed mouth.

With him momentarily distracted, I just… threw out my legs, catching him in the stomach, and sending him stumbling back a few feet.

I didn’t hesitate.

I pushed my legs out, then got to my feet.

And I ran.

Suddenly, I wished I hadn’t been so dedicated to pilates and the occasional elliptical session.

I wish I’d taken up running.

I wish my body had been honed for this sort of activity. I wish my mind had hardened itself to ignore the way my heart was slamming, the tightening of my chest, the ache in my knees and ankles as my feet pounded the ground.

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