Clutching the steering wheel white with knuckles with a gun pointed to my head is not how I wanted this day to go.
"Go faster!" My captor shouts.
I shake and feel numb as the ring in my ears continues. Sweat pools down my face, my hands become clammy while my heart beats even faster, thumping inside my chest.
The light flashes yellow and I know I am not close enough to not make it. My natural instinct is to slam on the brakes but this time is different. I have a gun pointed in the side of my skull just above my right ear.
"Go through it!" He yells again in my ear making me wince the slightest.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment then force them open as tears steam down my face. I don't know which is which now. The tears blend in with the sweat. They are identical, clear, wet, and salty.
I press the gas pedal to the ground going way to fast for what is safe. I scream as I cross the intersection as a car skids to a stop that stopped mere inches from where the car was. In doing so my baby started to cry.
"Shut it up!" My captor yells in my face, ruthless.
I can't control my sobs but I still weave in and out of cars almost skidding up on the median barely avoiding the the car being tipped over. I'm not sure if it's better to have my seatbelt still on or not.
Then I hear sirens wailing in the distance. 'Finally' I think wondering what is taking the police so long. But thy aren't here fast enough.
"Take a left at the light" my captor says but this time in a stern voice not blowing my eardrum out.
I nod through my tears.
"And go faster!" he shouts this time.
"I can't and it's already too dangerous." I say trying to reason with him.
He pushes the barrel of the gun further into my skull leaning my head up against the driver side of the window, then yanking the gun back extending his arm so that it pointed at my baby.
"No!" I scream through tears. "No!" I wail again.
"Then drive faster." He says through a stern tone. I now know well enough that if I were to speak again it would not end up well for me or for my precious Rose.
I somehow press on the gas pedal more but this car was never built to go above one hundred and I am nearing that mark. I wonder what will happen when and if I do.
Then through tears I don't see it coming. A car plows into us from the right side, knocking the captor into me, my head. My head throbs and I might be bleeding, but I am thankful the car comes to a halt.
I throw off my seatbelt grabbing the baby. I open the door and run.
