01

1 0 0
                                    

I left before the cops could even get to me, racing out of the building and into my car. I need to find Adam and soon. Except things take a wrong turn when a drunk driver and a red light runner both go as I try to cross and hit my car, causing me to roll. I don't feel panic, just in a way relieved that I might not have to do this anymore. The car eventually stopped rolling and I feel hands under my arms pulling me out of the car.
I look at them, for only a while before I get dizzy and have to set down.
All I can tell is its a lady, the age ones mother would be.
She looks in the car,
"There's a car seat! You have a baby?" I manage to nod my head slightly, "It's not in there is it?!"
"His dad kidnapped him" I say.
And just like that it's black.

TroublesWhere stories live. Discover now