The next couple of minutes pass by very quickly, I'm anxious as hell as I do not know what to expect. I do not want to suffer any more than I already have in my life. Why should I live only to go through hell back and forth? The car is moving very fast my guess is the driver is travelling at 160km per hour.
A suicidal thought creeps into my mind, maybe it will be best if I die and join nana in heaven rather than to live in hell. I quickly glance at Frankie and I observe that he is staring out the window, his mind seems to be far away. I make a break for the door but it doesn't open, "of course they wouldn't leave it unlocked," I whisper. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, I feel foolish as I brace myself for Frankie and Carlo’s reaction to my attempt.
Frankie sinks his fingers i
