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money.”
She clenched her body and covered her head. Her whimpering was the only sound in the abandoned construction site that the driver had dragged them to. The steel girders surrounded them with scattered planks of wood and insulation on half the walls. There wasn’t so much as a street light within eyeshot. No one would hear her scream.
“What is it? Just tell me. I can fix it.”
“You can’t fix it. Please, just stop talking.” Her voice was filled with such terror and shock. He couldn’t hear another word.
He cocked the trigger. “No,” she whimpered. “Don’t.”
“Stop talking!” he shouted. There were tears in his voice, and his throat clenched as he spoke.
She stood up straight at the hint of desperation he’d shown. With her arms stretched out like a gentle angel, she took a few tentative steps towards him. “You don’t have to do this. Is someone putting you up to this?”
They were listening. They had to be. This driver, whoever he was, wouldn’t hesitate to report any indiscretions to the people with the kill switch. “No. Now stop talking!”
Brianna took a few steps closer. “Is he?”
The gun felt weak in his hands like the metal was melting through his fingers. “Don’t move. Stay right where you are.”
She took another step. There she stood, just a few feet away. “Give me the gun.” Her voice was soft and soothing, hypnotic. The barrel was still pointed at her forehead, but she didn’t look at the gun. She looked at him.
“I can’t.”
Her gaze shifted to behind him as he heard the crunch of feet against the gravel. The driver had moved from his perch against the car to mere inches behind him. Simon felt the man’s hot breath against his neck as he whispered into his ear, “I’ve got the switch, kid. You’ve got thirty seconds.”
She put out her shaking hands. “Please, don’t.”
“I’m sorry. Kneel down.”
She shook her head and stepped closer. Any sheen of calm she had projected now crumbled and tears poured down her face. He placed the gun against her skull, and moved it down. She lowered with it.
“Twenty,” the driver said.
He felt her body heave with each frantic breath that she took. She bent her head down and the gun slid up her forehead, nestling in her hair. He let it prop itself up, gently pressing against his hand as she shook.
“Fifteen.”
This wasn’t him. He wasn’t doing this because he wanted to. It was because he had to. They would understand. His mom would understand that her little boy hadn’t snapped. He was being forced into this. Simon patted the top of Brianna’s head to calm her down like he would a fussy baby.
“Ten.”
She lifted her eyes, and he could barely see them through her bangs. It was pleading and peace all at once. He could see the futility in her eyes.
“Five.”
He pressed the gun in farther until he felt her skull bump against the barrel of the gun.
“I’m sorry. I really am.”
“Two.”
He pulled at the trigger and resisted against the spring inside holding his finger back.
“One.”
Simon shut his eyes as the shot rang out.
When he finally could open his eyes, the driver was already covering the body with a black tarp. Simon’s hands shook, and the gun rattled in his hands. The only part of her that still peeked out from the covering was one foot that lay lifeless against the plastic.
He started to walk towards her, but the driver waved him away. “Get back in the car.”
Simon threw the gun on the ground and kicked it away like a poisonous snake raring to attack. The driver lifted Brianna by her ankles and began to drag her toward the trunk. He couldn’t think, much less act. All he wanted to do was run away, as far away as possible, to get away from this hellhole, but he knew that running away was worthless. The moment the driver noticed he was gone, the remote would click on, and he’d be in the trunk with Brianna.
Simon hung his head. It wasn’t worth it. The trunk
She clenched her body and covered her head. Her whimpering was the only sound in the abandoned construction site that the driver had dragged them to. The steel girders surrounded them with scattered planks of wood and insulation on half the walls. There wasn’t so much as a street light within eyeshot. No one would hear her scream.
“What is it? Just tell me. I can fix it.”
“You can’t fix it. Please, just stop talking.” Her voice was filled with such terror and shock. He couldn’t hear another word.
He cocked the trigger. “No,” she whimpered. “Don’t.”
“Stop talking!” he shouted. There were tears in his voice, and his throat clenched as he spoke.
She stood up straight at the hint of desperation he’d shown. With her arms stretched out like a gentle angel, she took a few tentative steps towards him. “You don’t have to do this. Is someone putting you up to this?”
They were listening. They had to be. This driver, whoever he was, wouldn’t hesitate to report any indiscretions to the people with the kill switch. “No. Now stop talking!”
Brianna took a few steps closer. “Is he?”
The gun felt weak in his hands like the metal was melting through his fingers. “Don’t move. Stay right where you are.”
She took another step. There she stood, just a few feet away. “Give me the gun.” Her voice was soft and soothing, hypnotic. The barrel was still pointed at her forehead, but she didn’t look at the gun. She looked at him.
“I can’t.”
Her gaze shifted to behind him as he heard the crunch of feet against the gravel. The driver had moved from his perch against the car to mere inches behind him. Simon felt the man’s hot breath against his neck as he whispered into his ear, “I’ve got the switch, kid. You’ve got thirty seconds.”
She put out her shaking hands. “Please, don’t.”
“I’m sorry. Kneel down.”
She shook her head and stepped closer. Any sheen of calm she had projected now crumbled and tears poured down her face. He placed the gun against her skull, and moved it down. She lowered with it.
“Twenty,” the driver said.
He felt her body heave with each frantic breath that she took. She bent her head down and the gun slid up her forehead, nestling in her hair. He let it prop itself up, gently pressing against his hand as she shook.
“Fifteen.”
This wasn’t him. He wasn’t doing this because he wanted to. It was because he had to. They would understand. His mom would understand that her little boy hadn’t snapped. He was being forced into this. Simon patted the top of Brianna’s head to calm her down like he would a fussy baby.
“Ten.”
She lifted her eyes, and he could barely see them through her bangs. It was pleading and peace all at once. He could see the futility in her eyes.
“Five.”
He pressed the gun in farther until he felt her skull bump against the barrel of the gun.
“I’m sorry. I really am.”
“Two.”
He pulled at the trigger and resisted against the spring inside holding his finger back.
“One.”
Simon shut his eyes as the shot rang out.
When he finally could open his eyes, the driver was already covering the body with a black tarp. Simon’s hands shook, and the gun rattled in his hands. The only part of her that still peeked out from the covering was one foot that lay lifeless against the plastic.
He started to walk towards her, but the driver waved him away. “Get back in the car.”
Simon threw the gun on the ground and kicked it away like a poisonous snake raring to attack. The driver lifted Brianna by her ankles and began to drag her toward the trunk. He couldn’t think, much less act. All he wanted to do was run away, as far away as possible, to get away from this hellhole, but he knew that running away was worthless. The moment the driver noticed he was gone, the remote would click on, and he’d be in the trunk with Brianna.
Simon hung his head. It wasn’t worth it. The trunk
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