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and keeping me locked away considered protection?”
His mouth contorted grotesquely. “Damn it girl!” he shouted. “You need me! I'm you're only hope for surviving in this shit!”
I grit my teeth. “The only thing you are, Austin, is delusional.”
His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his skull, he was in such a rage. He stormed towards me and I backed away, this time thinking that maybe I went too far.
“No, please!” I cried, desperately trying to escape.
Then, amazingly enough, my much needed miracle happened; another seizure caught him off guard and he fell over. I watched in awe as his body writhed helplessly on the ground with each fierce spasm.
“Austin?” I whispered hoarsely.
He didn’t answer me and I didn't hesitate any longer. I moved towards him as quickly as possible while he continued to thrash around on the grass. My hands shook almost as violently as he did while I struggled to get what I needed; first the keys, then the cell phone, and finally the gun.
I stood up and aimed the gun at Austin's head, desperate to be rid of him for good. But standing over him, I just couldn't bring myself to do it; although his feelings for me were twisted and he was probably already insane, I didn't have it in me to kill someone still breathing.
“For the last time,” I said backing away from him. “If you can understand me at all, don't even think about following me.”
Then I turned and limped as quickly as possible towards the spot we'd left the truck.
~~~
Amazingly I made it back to the vehicle without Austin or any zombies interfering in my escape. Saying a silent thank you to my guardian angel, I climbed into the truck and locked the door.
Leave and then call Bryce , I thought.
I looked at the manual shift and frowned; damn stick shifts. I hadn't had any experience using a clutch except for the time I drove a friend home from a party who'd been drinking. Luckily, she'd been lucid enough to explain the basic concept of how to drive a stick, but it had been over six months ago and that time hadn't been a picnic either.
“Come on bitch,” I mumbled, trying to get it into gear and moving successfully without having it stall on me.
After a few more attempts I managed to get the truck moving smoothly and into the correct gear. When I finally made it to forty miles an hour in fifth gear without problems, I sighed in relief.
Chapter Twelve
“Bryce,” I said breathlessly into my cell phone.
“Oh, thank God. Are you okay?” he asked.
I sighed. “Well, I have a headache and a sprained ankle. Other than that, I’m doing okay.”
My dad got on the phone. “Cassie, where are you, honey?”
Hearing my dad’s voice, I had to blink back fresh tears. “To be honest, I really don’t know. I’m driving somewhere south on interstate thirty-five. There’s a lot of fields and farmland. I was too busy trying to get away from Austin to really find out.”
“He’s a dead man,” he growled.
“Actually, that’s closer to the truth than you could possibly imagine,” I said.
“Good, it will save me the trouble. Where is he now?”
“I left him back at this old farmhouse. He was having some kind of weird seizure, and I took off.”
He sighed. “Did he…hurt you?”
I didn’t want to worry my dad any more than he already was. “Not really. Look, I’m going to keep driving until I figure out where I am. I don’t want to run my cell battery down again, so I’ll call you back.”
“Good idea.”
“Dad, mom called my phone earlier. Austin lied to her though; she has no idea what’s going on.”
“Get me that phone number so I can call her.”
“I’ll look on the incoming call log and text it to you.”
“I love you honey. Call us back as soon as you can. We’ll come get you.”
I nodded. “Okay, I love you too, dad.”
He hung up before I could ask to speak to Bryce; I so wanted to hear the sound of his voice again.
It was just after four
His mouth contorted grotesquely. “Damn it girl!” he shouted. “You need me! I'm you're only hope for surviving in this shit!”
I grit my teeth. “The only thing you are, Austin, is delusional.”
His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his skull, he was in such a rage. He stormed towards me and I backed away, this time thinking that maybe I went too far.
“No, please!” I cried, desperately trying to escape.
Then, amazingly enough, my much needed miracle happened; another seizure caught him off guard and he fell over. I watched in awe as his body writhed helplessly on the ground with each fierce spasm.
“Austin?” I whispered hoarsely.
He didn’t answer me and I didn't hesitate any longer. I moved towards him as quickly as possible while he continued to thrash around on the grass. My hands shook almost as violently as he did while I struggled to get what I needed; first the keys, then the cell phone, and finally the gun.
I stood up and aimed the gun at Austin's head, desperate to be rid of him for good. But standing over him, I just couldn't bring myself to do it; although his feelings for me were twisted and he was probably already insane, I didn't have it in me to kill someone still breathing.
“For the last time,” I said backing away from him. “If you can understand me at all, don't even think about following me.”
Then I turned and limped as quickly as possible towards the spot we'd left the truck.
~~~
Amazingly I made it back to the vehicle without Austin or any zombies interfering in my escape. Saying a silent thank you to my guardian angel, I climbed into the truck and locked the door.
Leave and then call Bryce , I thought.
I looked at the manual shift and frowned; damn stick shifts. I hadn't had any experience using a clutch except for the time I drove a friend home from a party who'd been drinking. Luckily, she'd been lucid enough to explain the basic concept of how to drive a stick, but it had been over six months ago and that time hadn't been a picnic either.
“Come on bitch,” I mumbled, trying to get it into gear and moving successfully without having it stall on me.
After a few more attempts I managed to get the truck moving smoothly and into the correct gear. When I finally made it to forty miles an hour in fifth gear without problems, I sighed in relief.
Chapter Twelve
“Bryce,” I said breathlessly into my cell phone.
“Oh, thank God. Are you okay?” he asked.
I sighed. “Well, I have a headache and a sprained ankle. Other than that, I’m doing okay.”
My dad got on the phone. “Cassie, where are you, honey?”
Hearing my dad’s voice, I had to blink back fresh tears. “To be honest, I really don’t know. I’m driving somewhere south on interstate thirty-five. There’s a lot of fields and farmland. I was too busy trying to get away from Austin to really find out.”
“He’s a dead man,” he growled.
“Actually, that’s closer to the truth than you could possibly imagine,” I said.
“Good, it will save me the trouble. Where is he now?”
“I left him back at this old farmhouse. He was having some kind of weird seizure, and I took off.”
He sighed. “Did he…hurt you?”
I didn’t want to worry my dad any more than he already was. “Not really. Look, I’m going to keep driving until I figure out where I am. I don’t want to run my cell battery down again, so I’ll call you back.”
“Good idea.”
“Dad, mom called my phone earlier. Austin lied to her though; she has no idea what’s going on.”
“Get me that phone number so I can call her.”
“I’ll look on the incoming call log and text it to you.”
“I love you honey. Call us back as soon as you can. We’ll come get you.”
I nodded. “Okay, I love you too, dad.”
He hung up before I could ask to speak to Bryce; I so wanted to hear the sound of his voice again.
It was just after four
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