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“He startled me, I dropped the box, and he picked it up and handed it to me.” That is it. I’m not going to go into detail about my intense attraction toward this man or how he almost made me cream my jeans standing in the breakfast aisle.
His fists hit the steering wheel, making me jump. The rain is coming down harder now, and my heart beats loudly. I spare a glance at our speed and feel a concrete block drop straight into my gut. “Spencer, please slow down.”
“That wasn’t all it was, though, Wren. I saw you. You were getting all hot and bothered. You haven’t looked at me like that in months!” I’m pretty sure I feel him step on the gas.
Annoyed now, “I’ve thrown myself at you for the last four months, Spencer, and you’ve barely touched me.” I regret my words and tone as I watch the numbers climb up. I hush my voice, “Slow down.”
Tears are freely pouring down my cheeks, matching how the rain is now hitting the windshield. Wipers going back and forth aren’t enough to drown out Spencer’s anger.
“So it’s my fault you were looking at that fucking guy like you wanted to climb him?” He grips the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him, pinching harder than he should have. I let out an involuntary whimper, not that it ever mattered before. I’d have bruises for sure.
I blanch.
Is it that obvious? The stiffness in his jaw tells me it had been as he releases me in disgust. “Spence, it wasn’tanything, he may have been trying to flirt with me, but I wasn’t doing anything. I was just embarrassed from getting scared and dropping my cereal box.” Even I couldn’t make myself believe it’s true. But damn it, I hadn’tdoneanything. “Spencer, PLEASE slow down!”
His knuckles are white from gripping the wheel so hard. “You’re a real piece of work, Wren. Dragging me up here, flirting with some random the very first night we’re here, and then trying to fucking blame me for it. Christ! Well, he can fucking have you. I’m done with it. I’m done with all of it.”
Done?
Is he breaking up with me?
Shattered sobs rake through me as I realize the last two years mean nothing to him. Gone in a moment because of a look? What the fuck? “Spencer,please, I didn’t do anything! SLOW DOWN!”
He stares at me, eyes flicking back to the road less frequently than I’d like. “He was going to touch you, and you were trembling. If he’d kissed you, or shoved you to the ground… If he’d wanted to fuck you, you’d have let him.”
Spencer is right about that and shame blazes through me. I can't deny it. I can’t look him in the eye, instead lowering my tear-filled ones to stare at my lap. The satisfied tone of his voice sickens me. “Bitch,” he mutters.
“SPENCER, SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!” I shout as we come up to a sharp curve. He looks forward, eyes wide, as he slams on the brakes. With the sickening sound of metal crunching, we hit the guard rail. We are sliding, the rail barely holding as we jerk along the curve. Deafened by the scraping sound filling the air, I can’t hear my screams even though my throat is raw.
Spencer’s arm reaches out, pinning me to my seat. The end of the guard rail draws nearer, and he doesn’t have control.
We are airborne.
Like something out of a movie, the tops of trees loom below us. We fall in slow motion. I press myself back into my seat as hard as possible, like it would put us back on the road. Lightning flashes above our heads, illuminating the ground and rushing closer to us. A rock about a quarter the size of the car is jutting out of the mountainside, waiting to catch us.
When the wheels connect to the ground again, it feels like someone sent an electric shock up my spine.
I am not sure whether it is the thunder crashing or the car, but I can’t hear my screams again. The airbag rushes at me, slamming into my face, and sending a blinding pain between my eyes. Gravity shifts, and the car jerks forward. Spencer’s arm releases me. I try to clutch at it, fearing that if I can no longer feel him, I will lose him.
I feel the side of my head connect with something hard, and then there is nothing.
No pain.
No sound.
Empty.
The sounds of scuffling and scrambling make my ears itch. A tingling in my brain as my mind fights to return to the surface of consciousness. I am swaying, moving with the car as it shifts. Are we still falling?
My fingertips are going numb. They are cold.
I am cold.
I am ice cold.
I can hear the sounds of water rushing at me.
Suddenly, my eyes flash open. I must’ve blacked out at the end. The car isn't moving anymore, but I am freezing. My arms hang above me, and I realize I am upside down. Tilting my head, I see water covering my hands. I flex my legs, thanking the cosmos that I can feel my toes, despite how much pain I am in. A coppery taste fills my mouth as I cough, trying to take a breath. It hurts.
