(These events take place under the idea that Vic died the same night her pack did. I hope you know who I'm referring to. If not, go read my other book. You'll understand real quick)
That was when she got the feeling, the feeling she got in her gut when something was about to go wrong. It had amped up to a hundred when she met these three, and she had learned to listen to it.
She looked out Cleo's window to see a black SUV in the lane beside them. The SUV turned on its blinker signaling it wanted to come into their lane. Luke backed off to give it some space. The SUV followed at the same speed.
"Luke," she warned.
"It's alright kid, just a misunderstanding," he told her. But it still felt wrong, it still felt like something bad was gonna happen.
The SUV driver matched Luke's speed when he back off, and again when he sped up. Vic tried to see the driver but the windows were tinted. This only made the feeling worse.
Cleo watched Vic's expression and knew bad things were gonna happen. The others were all focused on the SUV beside them. So no one noticed when she reached forward to the back of the truck consol. She opened the secret compartment and pulled out the black notebook with the two drawstrings. She hid it in the back of her jacket as she fixed the back of the consol.
The SUV driver was apparently done with this game of cat and mouse and jerked the front of the car into the driver's door of the truck. The tires spun and slid on the wet concrete. The speed and momentum of the truck combined with the slipperry surface sent the truck off the high way. Luke tried to stop it but the thing was going too fast. It had already started turning on its side as it fell down the hill to the right of the highway.
It was flipping.
Cleo grabbed Vic and pushed her down in the seats. Cleo covered Vic's head with her own upperbody.
All Vic could hear was the crunch of metal, the crack of glass. There was the break of tree branches as they fell into the woods at the bottom of the hill. She felt the glass scratch at her arms and the seatbelt cut into her body. She had her eyes closed but a smell invaded her senses. Iron. Blood. She had no idea where it was coming from but it was there, invading her nostils like fire. The seatbelt dug further into her hips and her sneakers were wet with what she hoped was the Gatorade from the cupholder.
The side of the truck hit something and they stopped suddenly. Vic felt her ears ring as Cleo straightened and let Vic sit up as well. She assesed herself for damage. There were a few cuts on her arms and legs but nothing too bad. She could handle a few cuts, she'd survived worse.
Luke, Cleo, Trevor. The thought rang through her head like churchbells. She looked over at Cleo to see she had a piece of glass above her left eyebrow and a line of blood going down the hole in her jeans, but she was alive. She looked to the front seat to check on the guys and immediately wished she hadn't.
A broken tree branch had come through the broken passenger side window and impaled Trevor's throat. The entire left side of his body was dripping blood, it stained his jacket and shirt as she watched. He was dead.
Luke looked asleep but he was also so pale. When the SUV hit the door it crushed into Luke's ribs, breaking half dozen of them and the ends punctured his lungs. He had been knocked unconcious in the crash and Vic knew she couldn't wake him up. He would choke on his blood.
Cleo hauled her back from the front seat and forced the girl to look at her. "Vic look at me, okay?" Cleo said. Her voice was hurried and stressed. "This wasn't an accident. Run through the woods, you'll know where to go to get help. You'll know. Let your instincts guide you."
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In Another Life
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