My windshield wipers were going flat out, and my vision was limited. It wasn’t the best night to be heading out on a four-hour drive. But I had to fight for him. I would claw his mate from him if I had to. I didn’t care if he wanted her more than me. I wanted Alec and I wasn’t letting go of him.
I dialed his number one more time and put the phone up to my ear—again I got his voicemail.
“It’s Alec. Leave a message.” Exhaling slowly, I said, “Alec, it’s me, Chloe. Please don’t make any decision until I get there. I’m coming, Alec. I’m not letting you go. I love you.” I shut my phone, placing it in the console.
I hope he got my message in time. I attempted to suppress the feeling that he had already made a decision. A loud horn got my attention, and I saw bright headlights coming at me. Shit. I pulled hard on the steering wheel. How had I got on the wrong side of the road?
The car lost traction and flipped onto its roof, sliding towards the embankment. It happened in a split second. One moment I was heading towards the embankment and the next the car was tumbling down it. My body was flung from one side to the other, whacking my head on the shattered front windshield.
Finally, the car came to a stop. I groaned, placing my head back on the seat. I glanced down at the steering wheel, which was pinning me to the seat, crushing my lungs. I was struggling to breath.
The car was beginning to sink. I felt the water beginning to fill the car. I was going to drown. I was pinned here. I couldn’t get out. This was how I was going to die.