My heart leaped into my throat as the car seemed to catch on something and swing towards the mountain. My stomach swooped and my heart raced.
We were falling. We were crashing, all because this i***t wanted to look at the damned sunrise on top of a stupid mountain!
Matt lunged across the car at me, grabbing me around my waist and turning towards the door.
“Hold on to me!”
I turned to watch the side of the mountain growing swiftly closer and wrapped my arms around his neck, barely swallowing a scream of terror as my heart thudded in my chest. What was the plan? Was there a plan? Was this all some twisted, drawn-out plan to make me let my guard down or make my death an accident? He pushed the door open, his eyes fixed on the side of the mountain.
“What are you doing?” I asked, between
