Page 32 of Kid
Not today, Lucifer.
Furious, I removed my shoe and used it to clock him on the back of his head. He yowled and swerved but had the car in control within seconds.
I kept slamming the shoe into him, anywhere it would land, until he reached back and grabbed it.
I wouldn’t let go willingly.
But he was stronger, even half facing away from me. He got it out of my hand, snapping a few of my nails in the process.
After he tossed it to the floor, I began slapping him with my hand, but he simply grabbed my arm. He shoved me back and I fell into the seat but didn’t give up.
I rummaged through the side of my purse then slid my window down. I picked up my other show, pressed my chest into the back of his seat to stead myself and slapped him at the top of the head with my shoe.
I hit him as hard as the limited space allowed.
When he turned to scream at me, I held the canister forward, I turned my face toward the open window, covered my nose with my free hand and pressed the head of the small metal bottle like Kid had told me.
Fa-shhooooo!
“You bitch!” He screamed. “You fucking, bitch! What the actual fuck!”
I fanned my hand in front of my face for a few seconds then opened one eye. The fumes were gone since my window had been opened.
The driver tried opening his eyes around the liquid and I doused him again.
“Fuck!” He hollered. “Fuck you!”
In an effort to clear his eyes of whatever it was I’d doused him with, he released the wheel to claw at his face. He hadn’t removed his foot off the gas, and I knew what would happen next. I didn’t have time to put my seatbelt back on and any impact would definitely toss me.
Falling to my knees, I curled my body as tightly as I could behind the driver’s seat and waited.
The car did a hop and I assumed it climbed a curb but didn’t look up to check. The vehicle was still moving, and I needed to keep bracing for impact.
When the bang came, the bags in the back of the car didn’t deploy.
My brain rattled inside my skull and left me daze for a moment.
A sharp pain surged through me from where my side slammed into a metal part of the driver’s seat, but that was the least of my troubles.
The man in the front seat was silent and though I was hurting, I pulled the tab to unlock the door, then peeled my body from the backseat with my purse in one hand. I fell to the pavement, panting, hurting, irritated—pissed off beyond belief.
Water from the hydrant that stopped the car poured down into my face.
Someone knelt beside me in the downpour. “Are you okay?” The female voice wanted to know.
“I’m fine.” I panted. “He was taking me the wrong way.”
“Oh Jesus!” She gasped. “Don’t move. I called the cops.”
“Is he…” Nella stopped herself.
She released me to check on the driver. “He has a pulse. We need to get out of the water.”
“It’s not safe here.” I warned her. I opened my eyes to look around and noticed there was a small mall across the street. “Please help me to those stores. We should be in public until the cops come.”
She nodded and helped me across the street where we sat and waited until sirens sounded in the distance. She ran inside and brought me back a bottle of water. I thanked her and drank greedily as she pushed my hair away from my forehead.
“You’re bleeding.” She told me. “Don’t worry. I’m a nurse.”
