Page 62 of Your Worst Fear
“Henley!” I screamed, a second before one of the cars nipped the corner of his truck. I grabbed the door to keep myself from careening sideways at the force while the tail end of the truck swerved.
He straightened the truck quickly, gunning it harder. Just as fast, he slowed, taking a bend I hadn’t seen coming. One of the cars didn’t catch on and flew off the road, but the other two stayed fast on our ass.
One of them quickly sped up, the truck unable to stay far ahead, and rammed right into our back end, jerking us forward. I bit back my scream as I white-knuckled the door.
The other car sped up on my side, their window cracked. Henley shoved me forward, a hand on the back of my head. “Stay down!”
A bullet hit the truck somewhere, but it didn’t get into the cab. A second later, Henley swerved the truck and slammed into the car. I couldn’t see if it had taken the car out or slowed them down, but I hoped either was possible.
I gripped my knees before fear had my hands tearing through my hair. There had to be some way out of this. Some way neither of us got hurt?—
The truck felt like it was going over large bumps in the road, but more heavily on the passenger side.
Henley cursed. “They shot the fucking tire.”
I sat up slightly, peering out the window. The car wasno longer there, instead now following us alongside the other. “We can still drive, though, right?”
His lips were a thin line, and he didn’t answer. A second later, something hit the back of the truck again, and I flew forward, not prepared for the impact. My head hit the dash, and I groaned.
Henley grabbed my upper arm, moving me until my back was against the seat. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, setting a palm to my forehead. “I’m okay.”
I looked up just in time to see a tree approaching far too fast. My eyes widened, my hand shooting out to grab the wheel on instinct. Henley’s focus was on me instead of the road, and he must’ve not seen the turn.
“Henley—”
His name caught in my throat as many things happened in slow motion.
The tire blew out, sending the truck tipping as Henley tried to correct the direction we were headed.
A bullet blew out the back window, causing glass to explode into the cab.
We flew off the road, our speed and blown tire giving us no ability to stop before we collided with the tree.
The last thing I saw was the mist-covered forest and the pine branches above.
The last thing I heard was Henley, screaming for me to cover my head.
Then the world went black.
Chapter 21
Grace
An incessant buzzing filled my head as I started to come to. Pain pounded behind my eyes as I slowly blinked them open. I’d expected to find myself in the truck, or maybe even thrown somewhere on the forest floor, but instead, I took in an office-like room.
My gaze moved about the space, finding a rich oak desk in front of me, a luxurious black couch in the corner, a minibar beside it, and a massive fish tank on the opposite wall. I blinked, adjusting to the dim lighting and trying to figure out where the fuck I was. This certainly wasn’t a hospital or the forest, and the last things I remembered were the truck and the fast-approaching tree. Everything else was blank.
The truck…Henley.
I searched the room for any sign of him, trying to crane my neck back to see if he was behind the chair I was apparently tied to, but the space was empty.
I yanked my arms back, finding no give in the restraints. My mind felt fuzzy, an ache settling into my bones thelonger I was awake. I wasn’t sure if I’d injured anything in the crash, and couldn’t test out my limbs properly with the inability to move many of them, but the tickle trailing down the side of my face told me my head was bleeding somewhere.
A door opened behind me, and I froze, listening for footsteps to see if they were male or female, and if there was more than one person entering.
The steps were lighter than a man’s might be—maybe heels? But there was definitely more than one set, which made pinpointing difficult.
