I felt the force of the car as I broke through the barrier of the car lot which came flying toward the windshield.
I breathed breathlessly as I drove out into the traffic of New York. I guessed i'd forgotten about this bit. With traffic came lots of stoplights, lots of cars, and lots of innocent lives. I didn't want this night to be the reason that someone gets killed on my own account. I never wanted to be labeled a murderer like Zayn.
Without noticing I realized that I was going eighty miles per hour, weaving in and out of the traffic among the two lanes. Not knowing exactly where I was going. It wasn't as if I was escaping either, Zayn was still in the car with me. I glanced through my rearview mirror to see he was breathing breathlessly in the backseat with his eyes closed.
It wouldn't be long for him to realize what I was doing either I thought as I continued to press on the gas pedal until I felt the tip of my toes touch the floor of the car. My chest moved rapidly in time with my breathing as my eyes traveled aimlessly among the cars, desperately looking out for them.
"No." I whispered helplessly as a red light appeared on the upcoming street and I focused my attention on a way around the diversion. Maybe I could draw attention to myself by running the light. Allowing for someone to call the police who would then realize I was the victim of the kidnapping case.
I had to try. The way I saw it, I would end up dead either way.
Before I had even finished that thought a blinding light came into my left side peripherals and I realized a car was heading straight toward us. My eyes widened as I saw they weren't going to stop. Then I closed my eyes as my nails dug into the steering wheel. It was all going to be over. Finally, it was all going to be over I continuously reminded myself before realizing I had made it past the car.
"Damn it." I cursed under my breath as I so longed to be dead right now. There was no point in choosing to live anymore and save myself. My eyes stung as I regretted what I had just thought.
I never thought like that. It scared me. What were these boys doing to me?
Before I had time to answer my own question I swerved the car right then I noticed the wheel that was held beneath my now white-knuckled hands was now moving on its own accord. I was no longer driving the car. I looked back up into the rearview mirror and saw Zayn piercing into my eyes whilst his hand was held up in aim at the steering wheel.
I desperately tried to pull the steering wheel to the right. The car was now rolling at a hundred miles per hour toward the rear end of the car in front of us. My eyes were thrown back and forth as I watched the increasing speed of the car on the dash and then back up at the car again.
My foot lifted off the gas and was held in its same down position as if my foot was still there. I began to repeatedly, desperately press on the brake.
"I'm only doing what you asked." he bluntly said from the back as his gaze continued to concentrate on the steering wheel, not tearing away for a moment to look at my eyes which were now squinted as I tried holding back my tears. I guess I didn't want to die, for whatever reason that was.
"Zayn. Please!" I pleaded as the car got closer and closer and then suddenly swerved into oncoming traffic which was headed directly towards us.
"No this isn't what you want?" he screamed as his hand began to swerve past all the cars that were now spinning just to get out of the way.
What did he want from me? To admit that I needed him? To admit that the only reason I could possibly stay alive is by admitting that. Before I died I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. It would have to be over my dead body.
