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We reached the car and Brent shoved me into the passenger seat. I didn’t argue, as he jammed the keys into the ignition and flipped the car around so fast I got whiplash. I pulled on my seatbelt and held onto the oh-s**t handle above the door. We raced along the road with the wheels barely touching the ground. I didn’t dare take a look back until we were almost back to town, and by that time the trees and farms had been replaced with suburbia.
Nothing was back there. No dark shadow, no drunken boyfriend trying to kill me with my own knife.
“Damn it!” I yelled.
My words were loud enough that they startled Brent. He swerved along the road for a few yards before he slammed his foot on the brake. We lurched to a stop in the middle of the road with the car at a funny angle. Good t
