The engine kept turning, and finally, after nearly flooding the engine, it roared to life. I breathed a sigh of relief, put it in gear, and sped out of there.
Mom was holding onto the chair for dear life, and I almost laughed if we hadn't been in a potentially life-threatening situation. Instead, I stuck to watching the roads, making any sharp turn I could to lose them.
I pulled off into a deserted walking path in the woods, and drove along the trees, catching no sign of the stalkers behind us. I pulled over at a small clearing, and stopped to ask mom if she knew what was going on. She looked at me, and smiled grimly.
"Nathan, I can't tell you who they are, because it would put you in danger, even worse than you're already in," she added, catching my almost interruption. "But, where did you learn to drive like that? You aren't even fourteen yet, and yet you drive like a pro? How could that happen?" I smiled sheepishly, and then gathered my thoughts, realizing she was trying to change the subject.
"Stop trying to change the subject and tell me who they are, mom. I have a right to know." He was starting to feel the pain as the adrenaline rush died. She hadn't noticed my pain, thank you Lord!
"You don't need to know yet, but, know that I love you, no matter what happens. Got it?" I nodded my head, confused at the hidden meaning. For some odd reason, her words had kept all my attention on her, so I finally turned back to getting us out of the clearing and I nearly had a heart attack.
"Mom! Why didn't you say something!?" I demanded, ignoring the rising panic and trying to start the car again. Of course, nothing could go my way that day, and I was stuck switching all my attention between the engine and the four cars that showed no sign of stopping even as they drew closer.
'They're too close!' I thought, finally giving up on starting the engine and staring at the cars that sped up as they drew near. My thoughts weren't on my life, or my friends, or even my family life mom had always told me that she'd one day tell me about. No, they were solely on her, my mom, the one who had raised me, who had held me when I cried, and how I couldn't save her. 'What kind of son was I?'
I barely noticed when Mom wrapped her arms around me and turned so that she was in the position to take the brunt of the damage. I was shaking too badly. It had only started with my hands, but my entire body had been subtly shaking for a while now.
As if in slow motion, the cars all approached and I had the smart thought of 'I wonder if this will kill them, too...' before the cars collided with us. A great shaking came with it and I could only see white for a while. The last thing I heard before I lost consciousness was...
"... I love you, Nathan. You'll understand someday, and I hope you'll be able to forgive me..."
