Page 20 of A Dangerous Game
My vibrating phone is what draws me out of my little war I’m having against myself.
UNKNOWN: ur not safe
UNKNOWN: watch ur back
UNKNOWN: come back home
UNKNOWN: sinclair, stop being stubrn
ME: who is this
UNKNOWN: Hulk
ME: how the fuck did you get my number?
UNKNOWN: thats what u ask me
ME: yeah, it's unlisted
UNKNOWN: exactly the reason why ur not safe
ME: leave me alone
UNKNOWN: i know u dont like me
ME: im not getting into this with yo
UNKNOWN: i still care about u
ME: dont make me laugh
UNKNOWN: stop being selfish and come home
“Sorry about that, are you ready?” The cabbie asks me as he slides into the car.
I nod my head staring at my phone so more. If James, er, Hulk, found my number so easily, who else has it?
Fuck! These guys have me so paranoid now that I’m losing my mind!
“Yes, please.”
“What’s your address?”
Should I give him the right one? What if he’s one of the ones I’m being warned about?
What the fuck is wrong with me? They have me going crazy! Absolutely insane.
Before I can answer the cabbie, brights from the cars behind us blind me through the reflections of the plexiglass. I shield my eyes in hopes of that helping but it doesn’t. “Do people normally drive behind cabbies with their brights on?” I ask to be a bitch.
The cabbie gets over to the next lane to the let the assholes riding his ass go by. But they don’t.
“Holy shit!” I hiss out as they bump his back bumper with their car.
The car behind us rams into us again and again. The sudden jerk of the car makes me tilt forward.
“What the fuck?” I growl when the car hits us again. There’s another car which pulls up next to us and hits us on the side.
It’s not long before we are flying into the guardrail on the side of the highway. The car hits it hard from the force of the two cars hitting us repeatedly. My head bounces off the glass window once, twice and then three times. Every ounce of pain I feel is only muted by my being afraid.
