Page 86 of Psycho

The other had his gun pointed at us.

Micah braked just as the man fired a shot, making me feel disoriented.

The bullet barely missed us.

What was happening?

Another rumble of the engine, and I turned slightly to see us being followed by another driver on a motorcycle.

Micah pushed forward and took another sharp turn ahead.

I was getting dizzy and nauseated.

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Micah!” I screamed over the roar of the engine. I wasn’t sure if he had heard me or not.

He took another turn, and another one, and another one.

So many turns that I didn’t know where we were.

I looked around as black dots danced around my vision.

Did we lose them?

Micah sped up when I heard them behind us.

I closed my eyes. Fear hit me so hard that it took everything in me to cling to him.

What would we do if they caught up to us?

If they shot at Micah?

I was no match for the men.

I wouldn’t know how to defend myself.

The bike with the two people came back into our line of sight, and Micah shifted a little in front of me.

It took me a moment to realize he had pulled out his own gun, and he took aim and shot at the wheel of the bike.

The man lost control and crashed into the side of a concrete block, rolling the bike over.

I turned away from the sight.

I didn’t want to know how injured they were.

Hopefully, enough that they couldn’t get back on their bike to chase us.

The third man caught up to us.

He and Micah fired shots at each other, and I could only stayed holding into him, wondering if I would be caught in the crossfire.

“Micah!” I screamed again. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t hear me.

I was just so fucking scared.

The man fired another shot.

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