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Chapter 44

Allie's POV

I wake up to find a sweatshirt covering my wound, and a middle aged man driving the moving vehicle I am in.

I don't say anything as I wake up. I bite my lip trying to suppress the cries that beg to escape my mouth.

God, it hurts. It hurts so much.

I see a shotgun, the one that must have shot me, in the passenger seat.

Ever so quietly, I spring my hand out and grab it.

He still hears me and turns around.

"Calm down. It was an accident. I accidentally shot you." He says and gives me a look. "I feel real bad for hurting you."

"Don't fucking move, asshole." I say pointing the shotgun at his face.

"There's no bullets." He chuckles. "I doubt you even know how to load and shoot one of these fine pieces of machinery, little missy."

"Likewise, asshole." I mumble. I see a shell on the ground. I pick it up and load it into the gun with ease.

"Wow. You've surprised me." The man states with a southern accent.

"Turn this piece of shit around and drove me back to my car, or let me out here. Either way." I demand.

"Look. I hate that I did this to you, really. But, you need to get to the hospital. You know, maybe it was fate that this happened like we were supposed to meet or something. You were lost in the woods, right?" He asks.

"Look you creepy fuck, the only thing that seems to be lost is your hearing. Not stop the fucking car, or turn it around or take me back."

"No." He says locking the doors.

"Are you that stupid, asshole? I have a gun, remember?" I yell.

"Shut up. Sit down." He demands.

"Fuck you!" I scream. I take the butt of the gun, hit the window, and it shatters.

I jump out of the moving car with the gun in my hand.

"Wait!" I hear him shout.

I hit the ground, and the pain worsens.

I see the car stop and the door open about a hundred feet ahead.

The man runs to me. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He asks.

"Get the hell away from me." I point the gun at him.

"Get back in the car." He demands.

"Why don't you just leave me the fuck alone?!" I ask.

He just walks slowly towards me.

I ready the gun.

He still doesn't stop.

I pull the trigger. It shoots into his leg. He screams. "You bitch!!"

I clutch the gun and try to get up. It hurts, but I keep going.

I must have sprained my ankle. I keep running despite the pain. I have a horrible limp.

About 15 minutes later, I reach my car.

I see the keys are on the ground.

I pick them up and jump into my car. I slump into the car seat.

I just remember that I shattered my phone.

Well this is gonna be a joy to get home.