Stolen

Chapter 9

KATE'S P.O.V

"Ughhhh I thought you said we were close to this airporttt.." Michael whined.

I tapped my fingers to the music.
"It's only been half an hour."
"You coulda just hauled us out and let us keeps sleeping."

"Still, it was the best sleep I'd had in a long time." Luke smirked.

I blushed slightly and focused on the road before getting a call from Dean.

"Dean?-"
"BRAKE! NOW!"

My foot slammed onto the clutch and brake, making the boys fly forward as a navy mustang emerging from the trees, just missing my bumper.

"Kate??? Kate!!"
I picked up the phone.
"What the fuck is it doing here?!"
"Who gives a fuck about that! drive! Get to sacred grounds now!"

I threw the phone down and sped off as the car emerged from
the shadows, speeding after me.
"Who is that???"
What do they want???"

Questions continued to spill from them as the car got closer.
"Keep you heads low." I growled.
They slid down in their seats and stayed quiet.
"Time to take this bitch for a run."

I slammed my foot down as far as it could go, gripping the steering wheel with every muscle of my hand.

It kept up with me, slamming into the back of my car.
"You son of a bitch! Michael get the gun from the glovebox!"
"Why do you have a gun in-"
"JUST FUCKING DO IT!"
Michael grabbed the gun and chucked it to me quickly as I put the window down.

I twisted in my seat, pushing my hand out the window and shooting the cars tyres, making it swerve slightly as I accelerated more.

It was a mistake. It only aggravated it more, causing it to slam into my side.

I swerved, heading towards the side of the road, but somehow managed to gain control as I hit the gravel, drifting back onto the road.

Now the bastard was next to me.
The turnoff to the orchard. It was coming on the left, the side it was on.

I glanced at the car before slamming the brakes on and turning onto the road.

I watched for it in my rear view mirror as I sped up the lane, before coming to a dead end under burnt pear tree.

Skidding to a stop, I turned the car around and pulled up beside the tree, the car now around 500 metres from me, stationary.

It revved it's engine.
"Kate.." Michael said hoarsely.

Within seconds it was speeding towards me, I didn't move, just stared straight ahead at it.

"KATE!! MOVE THE FUCKING CAR!!"

I locked all the doors of the car, leaving everyone locked in.

Their breathing rose.
50 metres away..
40..
30..

With a long loud speak of rubber, the car slammed its breaks on, stopping just infront of my hood, just making contact.

Slowly, it reversed back.
"Th-that car.. It has no driver.."

I looked at Michael slowly.
"Oh. It's got a driver. You'll just never see him. You don't want to."