Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
The clearing of a throat dragged me away from thoughts of my mom and back into the present. I moaned in terror once again at the realization of my situation. This time, my captor reached over and roughly grabbed my breast through my sweater. It instantly throbbed at his grasp, and I became hysterical as I tried to jerk away from his grip.
Shit! He fucking grabbed my boob! That is going to leave a bruise.
The tears began unabashedly streaming down my face. As I breathed raggedly through my nose, greedily sucking in air, my thoughts began to race as reality set in. This man was probably going to rape and kill me. Fresh tears spilled over my cheeks.
Will I ever see my mom again?
In a moment of bravery—a trait of mine that my mother so proudly boasted of—I savagely hiked my foot up and pushed where I imagined the steering wheel to be. When my foot connected with it, I pushed hard to the left, locking my leg. He roughly tore at my leg, trying to remove it from the steering wheel, but my cheerleader legs were solid muscle and the sudden rush of adrenaline was fueling my strength. The grunts he made were of pure frustration as he tried to unlock me from my position. But his obvious inebriated state was no match for my strength in that moment.
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
My body sprang up and down as we sailed over the center median, nearly making me lose my grip on the steering wheel. Maybe the highway patrol would see the car driving erratically and save me from this evil man. A sudden, forceful impact had me slamming against the dashboard like a rag doll, banging my head with a sharp pop that had me seeing stars and wanting to vomit. The screeching and crunching of metal was all that could be heard for what seemed like an eternity.
When the car finally slid to a stop, I clumsily slid my bound hands under my bottom and tucked my legs through, feeling dazed from hitting my head. I brought them both up and ripped away the covering from my head. My vision was finally restored. Trembling, I removed the tape from my mouth and sucked in cool breaths. My lungs heaved in delight. Desperate to see my abductor’s face, I tried to get a glimpse, but in the dark car, all I could see was his slumped-over body with blood running down the side of his face. The asshole was dead, and I’d killed him—I think.
I hovered my bound hands over the broken glass on the passenger’s side window and began to saw frantically, consequently cutting myself in the process. When my shaking hands finally broke free, I yelped with joy. The joyous sound was quickly hushed when it elicited a groan from my attacker. I fumbled with the door handle with trembling hands and fell out of the car onto the pavement, skinning my knees through my jeans.
I have to get the hell out of here before he wakes up!
When I stood up, I realized that we had crashed into another car head on. The hissing of the engines rang out over the howling of the wind. I was momentarily caught up in watching the other car for signs of life as the wind whipped around me. Finally, I saw movement in the other car, which sparked a quick, whispered prayer for that person’s safety.
The sounds of more moaning from my captor tore me from my frozen stance and had me sprinting off toward the woods on the other side of the highway in record speed. Rushing through the woods, I blindly ran in what I thought was the direction of my town.
Crack!
Is that him catching up to me?!
Running faster, I darted through the woods, branches slapping at my face and pulling at my hair. Ten minutes later, I realized that I was barefoot and my feet were covered in cuts from running through the brush, forcing me to remember that I left my shoes in the car.
Damn, I loved those Louboutins.
Having been required to stay fit, I ran without slowing until I reached the edge of town. Once my feet made purchase on the familiar streets, I bolted from shadow to shadow in case the man had somehow caught up to me. I didn’t stop running until I burst into my dorm room, my chest heaving from exertion. Snatching up my duffel bag, I threw in some pictures of my mom and Rich, a bunch of my clothes, and as many pairs of my shoes as I could fit.
After grabbing my pink Alpha Delta Pi baseball cap on the way out, I tucked my hair into it and slipped my bare, bloody feet into my tennis shoes. This brave girl was getting the hell out of here and never coming back.