Thursday, 11:18 P.M. EST
Before I even fully open the door to the backseat of Dane's truck, I'm startled by a muffled yell and a feeling of the truck jerking toward me.
Dane isn't in the car.
In an instant, the door opposite mine swings open to reveal Dane, with a face full of rage, and a slumped over dude with a black pillowcase over his head. Dane holds his non-resistant hands behind his back and begins to shove the limp man into the back of the truck.
"What are you doing!" I scream, the shock of what's happening finally settling in and wreaking havoc on my nerves.
"Front seat, Lil Bit- let's go." is all Dane offers as a response before slamming the door shut and quickly making his way back to the driver's side. "LET'S GO!" he demands again once he makes it, and notices me still standing in the open doorway of the backseat with shock, and now tears rushing down my cheeks.

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